Page 5 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Well, Damian had called him wolfling. He bit Damian’s forearm.
“Gah!” Damian came awake, jerked Jun underneath him, and crouched on all fours over him, pinning Jun even more completely.
Heaven help me. Half asleep and half feral Damian was hot as fuck, and he couldn’t appreciate it properly because, as much as it was absolutely amazing to be pinned down beneath Damian’s warm, muscled form, he was going to pee very, very soon.
“DaSu. Bathroom. Let me up.”
“Uh.” Damian was clearly not really awake.
“Help me go to the bathroom.” Maybe giving Damian direction would help get this mission off the ground or mattress, as the case was.
Damian moved quickly, rolling off Jun and reaching back into the bed to help him, muttering “lumous”. A night-light across the room to began to glow. He seemed to think Jun needed a significant amount of help because he followed Jun all the way to the bathroom, holding his arm.
“I can pee on my own, thank you.” Jun pulled Damian’s hand off his arm at the door. “I’ll be right back.”
Damian blinked at him groggily. “You bit me?”
Jun forced himself not to laugh. “You wouldn’t let me up.”
Damian yawned. “Oh. Um…I do that sometimes.”
“Figured that out. Two minutes.”
Damian yawned, swaying where he stood. Jun shut the door and waddled to the toilet. Damian was standing exactly where Jun had left him when he came out. But he looked slightly more awake. Jun’s stomach growled.
“Food?” Damian asked.
And just like that, he was hungry. “Yes, please.”
Damian yawned again and waved him toward the kitchen. “Go sit. I’ll be right there.” He went into the bathroom.
Jun stretched and shuffled down the hallway. The black cat, Artemis, poked her head around the edge of a chair in the living room and followed him to the kitchen. There was a small table against the wall and one low light on above the fridge. Jun sank into a seat. He didn’t know where anything was. Best to wait.
A few minutes later, Damian came in looking wide-awake, his face damp and a familiar black pouch in his hands.
“Is that—?” Jun reached out with both hands. It was. He absolutely recognized it.
“Yohei gave it to me to keep for you. I’m sorry I didn’t give it back before. Couldn’t at the hospital and then kinda forgot.”
“It’s here now.” Jun opened the top only enough to see the head of the jade Buddha inside and sighed. “Thank you. I’ll have to thank Yohei too. I don’t think they would have let me keep it.”
“I’m just glad you have it back.” Damian fetched cold water in reusable glass bottles from the fridge.
Jun took the water, still holding the pouch in his other hand, his thumb rubbing the Buddha through the fabric. “My mother gave it to me. It was the last thing she ever gave me.”
Damian paused in the process of going back to the refrigerator. “That’s… I’m really sorry I forgot for so long. You miss her.”
It wasn’t a question.
Jun nodded.
Damian pulled out a tray of pastry balls with white cream inside.
“Cream puffs?” Jun asked, reaching out for one.
“Don’t let Émeric catch you calling them that. The correct term is profiteroles. He’s French, you know.”
“I—” Jun paused, feeling flat-footed. “I think you told me that at one time, but I forgot. He looks like you, well, almost like you.”
