Congratulations; You Survived The War [Percy/Leon]

The clenching in his chest didn't subside as Leon descended upon him. The moment Percy had been wondering would still be possible between the two was here but... there was a familiar hollowness. Despite the obviously differing relationship circumstances, it felt like when his drunken mother would finally feel the need to hug him. It was a particular look in the eyes, a selfish desperation that this contact was something to try to feel better. Like those hugs, Percy would roll with this, though it made him feel a bit...used. Enough to cringe for a moment before he took the deepest breath he could to bear it.

Tasting the bourbon on his mouth, Percy kissed him back the best he could. It was a bit overbearing and feverish the way the kisses were coming, not leaving him too much room to contribute in his own inexperienced way. "Nnngh," Percy grunted, somewhere between a moan and a vocalization of pain. And that's exactly what it was. He did like things a little rough, but the grip Leon had on his wrist was a little too strong. It really hurt as he was forced back against the counter. He thought Leon pulled away from the kiss to investigate his near yelp, but all he saw in the man's gaze was pain and the type of lust that didn't want to think. The type that just searched for a balm, for any pain relief. Could he do this as his second time?

This was the one thing he hadn't tried to make him feel better, if only because he didn't know how to initiate it without Leon's help. Leon hadn't been interested in him at all. If he wasn't going to stop him, he might as well encourage it. Maybe it'd work? Even if it made him ache inside and want to run away, he wrapped his arms around Leon, dropping his shoulder so Leon could kiss his neck easier.

When Leon finally released his face and leaned back, he said something that made Percy's stomach twist tighter. But no, he had to act like he wanted this. Surely he wanted this. "I did," Percy said with a small smile, trying to take what affection he could get. Was it still selfish to take something for himself in someone else's suffering selfishness? He reached forward to help Leon with his belt and jeans buttons, then slid his hands up the man's chest to lift his shirt up and over his head. The bite of alcohol smothered out how Leon smelled, much to Percy's dismay. But it was to help Leon. His Leon. "Tell me what you want me to do," he said in a low voice. After that, he'd undo his own pants as he leaned forward to place kisses against Leon's chest. Now if he could just get his eyes to stop stinging...


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It was good that he was pinned because Percy had lost all the strength in his legs about halfway through the fourth time. If he cleared his mind and just thought of them as two bodies that wanted to feel good, the onslaught wasn't so bad. He could forget about the ache that something wasn't right. It was fine. He was already sore from the counter, but there was no stopping it. It was what it was. Not exactly what he thought their second encounter would be like considering their first, but... all he could do was arch his body against Leon's and ride the wave. It wasn't all bad. It just wasn't all he thought it'd be, but what did he know?

"Leon, not so hard," he gasped, red-faced and chest heaving as Leon moved. He almost collapsed to the ground, but Leon had a grip on his arm. A very tight one, as he seemed intent to drag him around the couch. It was hard to find his voice as Leon, who seemed to have annoyingly endless stamina, pressed for yet another round. Percy wanted to tap out, but it didn't seem to be an option. Still, he needed at least a small break to catch his breath, maybe get a drink. "Leon... Please, hold on... Let go a sec, I just need a--" Then there was an impatient yank as his exhausted body took too long to follow along. Snap!

"...AGH!"

It was a short cry of pain since Percy wasn't too big on showing it and even less on giving it sound, but the excruciating feeling of bones snapping near his elbow made his head swim. He hung there for a second in the vice-grip, shuddering in shock and staring with wide, panicked eyes at the drunken man before he could do anything about it. Leon had just broken his arm! Gaining a burst of strength from pure adrenaline, Percy shoved hard at Leon's shoulder and wrenched his broken arm free of the metallic grasp, gasping out another agonizing groan as he did so. As soon as he was free he only staggered a couple of steps before his legs gave out properly. Pain twisted his features as he all but crawled away, putting his back against the wall near the front door and covering his lower half with Leon's nearby jacket. What else could he do but begin cradling the wounded limb, gently rocking himself back and forth? It was already turning a deep purple and red color, swelling at the fracture with each passing second. "It's...broken, I think," he hissed through his clenched jaw, unable to keep a twinge of anger and hurt out of his gaze. His gray eye shed an endless stream of tears that pitter-pattered onto the wounded limb.

Percy was breathing through it, waiting for it to pass. Leon didn't mean to. He wasn't familiar with the arm, though he'd warned Leon he needed to start working with it. Leon did care about him, even if it hadn't seemed like it lately. This wasn't on purpose. But, god, it hurt so badly! It was the same arm he'd broken just a few months ago when Fairy Tail's guildhall was toppled onto him. Maybe if it hadn't already been weakened he could have withstood Leon's untested grip. Tilting his head back against the wall to keep it from spinning, he finally trusted himself to speak again. Action plan. He needed a plan. He couldn't drive himself, so that left... "Drink some water. A lot," he said, voice deadly calm. He just had to endure it until Leon sobered up. Hopefully, that wouldn't take hours. "You need to sober up to drive me to the hospital. Can you do that?"

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Percy had been virtually silent after his command for Leon to drink water. Somehow he pulled on at least his underwear with one arm and put Leon's jacket over his shoulders, though the wounded arm remained out of the sleeve and cradled inside the open garment. He could have asked Leon for help, but... though he was even-tempered, he wasn't exceptionally keen on being touched at the moment. There was an invisible wall around him to protect himself, and he didn't trust himself not to flinch if Leon, or anyone, breeched it before he was ready. Normally he'd be dead set on looking a little more presentable, but the pain was clouding his mind and if he couldn't do it himself, then it didn't get done. At least he wasn't naked.

With every moment that Leon took to get driving ready, Percy became dizzier. It was a strange relief to finally get in the car, and even though it was cold outside and he was barely dressed, he cracked the window so the air could hit his face as they went. Honestly, it hurt so much that he forgot to worry about whether Leon could drive them safely. He was just glad to be on the way. The cool air kept him on the safer side of nausea, so thankfully he didn't have to demand they pull over so he could finally rid himself of that sandwich he fully regretted eating earlier. It threatened a couple of times but they arrived unscathed and without interruption.

After about an hour in the treatment room, a very disheveled, nearly naked, splotchy-faced Percy slowly emerged with his arm wrapped in a thin cast and supported by a sling. In any other situation, it would have probably looked hilarious considering how put-together he usually was, almost like he was some frat kid who had fallen victim to a night of youthful craziness. Even funnier that he wasn't the drunk one of the pair! The meds were just starting to work, so despite his appearance, he seemed back to normal emotionally other than embarrassment about his appearance. The anger and hurt in his gaze were gone and replaced by exhaustion and relief. Now that he could think more clearly, he wished he'd taken care of the break himself to save Leon some grief. Maybe save himself some grief as well, since the doctor had been baffled by and more concerned about the healing bruises on his joints than the break, which had earned him a scolding. It was a clean fracture and he had the stuff to remedy it in the lab. It was just... how and when the break happened coupled with the pain that had made doctoring himself seem impossible. This was probably for the best, though, since he was intent on finding a silver lining. While he was in there, he mentioned his persistent nausea and was given a prescription to help with that in addition to some pain pills and anti-inflammatory meds for his joints. Hopefully, it would work.

After seeing Leon waiting on the bench, he could relate to the man's distress all too well. Percy wasn't particularly fond of hospitals either, if only because he'd spent entirely too much time in them. He'd been a little sickly as a kid and pretty accident-prone, and after he was in for a long time from his burns he'd decided he hated the whole thing. The acrid bleach and the cold lights. The beeping was both blessing and curse. The overbearing vibe of tragedy and stress was steeped into every surface. Ironic that he sometimes worked in one.

He was sure Leon felt guilty, but given the nightmares and trauma he so obviously had, sitting here in the hospital was no-doubt agitating Leon. Post-faceburn, Percy had been triggered by them. It'd taken a lot of work to get over. It worried Percy a little, given how agitated he'd already been earlier, enough to do all of... that. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't still on his mind. This was a Leon he didn't know, and now he was a little wary of him. Still, the two-toned man found himself apologizing. "I'm sorry. I should have told you to wait in the car," he said as he approached, shuffling closer in his house shoes that he was now going to have to burn.

After a brief pause, he spoke again. "Ready to go?" Percy asked, tone as cool and serene as Clover Town's lake. Most might assume that he was putting on a mask to keep Leon calm, but in reality, Percy really was as calm as he seemed. Negative feelings were being packed away as fast as he could feel them, unbeknownst to him, so all he felt was just...normal. So his arm was broken. It happened. Eyeing the bouncing leg with mild concern, he felt some comforting was in order. "Leon, it's alright. It's a clean break so it'll heal fast. I'm okay. If you want, I can even drive us home. One arm is more than enough for me," he said with a crooked smile, more than ready to leave. He didn't want to stay any longer than they already had. If anything, he just wanted to go home and lay down. He had basically no strength left and barely any stamina to walk. As bad as it sounded in his head, he'd be fine if he could just forget this night even happened. Maybe Leon was drunk enough to forget, too. With any luck, his struggling lover had worn himself out as well and might sleep a little. On that note... "Actually, do you want to take to a doctor here before we leave? They might be able to give you something so you can sleep. You...really need to get some sleep."

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Percy's face lit up a little once he filtered through what Leon was saying. Finally! The youngest Dagger had been all out of options, and it was torture to watch Leon degrade like he was. Plus, he had to sleep soon or he'd... Thank god. Therapy. His free hand raised, tangling in the mess of black hair pressing into his middle. "Okay. I'll call my mother's therapist in the morning then and make an appointment," he said simply, his voice soft and pleased. With some work and a little luck, maybe they would be on the road back to their normal soon. It was nice to see a little of his Leon come back into the picture, even if it was brought on by his arm breaking in his new, shiny hand. Again with those silver linings. It was also nice to hear the apology and affirmation that he did still have feelings for the scientist. Even knowing the recent behavior was from the trauma, it was hard to remind yourself after a while. He wasn't sure how he felt about the 'baby', though. He'd probably have a little more clarity on it if it hadn't only just started, so Percy would have to wait and see if it was a trauma thing, a drunk thing, or a relationship thing.

It was a shame they were standing where they were. For a second he was sure that Leon had fallen asleep with his face buried in his stomach, but he soon flinched, jumped up, and started speaking again. He watched as Leon rushed past him, slowly turning to follow at the fastest speed he could muster, which was admittedly so slow that it was yet another embarrassing thing about this hospital visit. He was so sore. Even with the pain meds, it had just been so much so fast and so rough for someone very unused to it. However, as Leon whirled and knelt down, Percy found himself snorting out a laugh through his nose. Normally there was no way in heck he'd agree to be carried like that, even if he was dying. But, to chill Percy who was absolutely obliterated with physical exhaustion...it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Especially when he babbled all cutely like that. Poor Leon's brain was as frazzled as Percy's body. Allowing himself to ease into the offered arms, he slung his good arm around the man's neck. His lover may have promised not to drop him, but...you could never be too careful, considering Leon's condition. "Yeah, breaking my legs too would be very inconvenient, though at least we're already here," he joked as he was carried out the exit. "And you don't have to sleep on the floor. You just might have to switch sides of the bed so I can reach you with my good arm," he said, and with that, he was carried to the driver's side of the car and the two drove home to get some rest.

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