deathproof (deathproof) wrote in wizardland,
@ 2011-07-03 05:30:00

to roger
It had been about a week since Larit had taken Roger in. He'd had to keep an eye on the boy, and in between the fevers and the fits, there were those moments of lucidity where they had actual conversations. Thanks to Arch's help, Larit had been able to help Roger through his first week and now things would get easier. Of course that first shift was still to come, and that was going to be very hard on the boy's body. Larit was going to do his best to help Roger through it, though. Deep down he knew that he should have turned the boy over to his superiors, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.

Earlier that afternoon Roger'd had one of his pain fits. It had been bad, probably the worst so far, but Larit had calmed him down and after giving him a potion he had fallen asleep. Larit went to work with cooking them both dinner because he knew Roger would be awake soon. He'd made steak, Roger's rare, along with mashed potatos, green beans, and corn bread. He carried a tray up to his bedroom - Roger still taking residence up in his bed - and set it down on the table.

"Roger," he said gently as he reached out to touch his shoulder.

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criminalminds
2011-07-03 02:04 pm UTC (link)

The pain was bad enough, but the nightmares were probably the worst. When Larit touched him, Roger sat up stark and yelped. Immediately embarrassed, he frowned at himself and wouldn't look at the other man. It made him feel like a child, waking up from a nightmare like that. This whole werewolf thing had given him a bit of a temper, grouchy when normally nothing could phase him.

But the smell of meat was enough to bring him out of it and he offered Larit a sheepish smile. "That potion knocked me out. And here I am in your bed again. I keep ending up here." He felt a little guilty for taking up Larit's space, but it was so comfortable and he was beginning to feel safe there, despite the bad dreams. He was still having a hard time with the wizard thing, though he'd seen countless examples of proof.

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deathproof
2011-07-04 02:20 am UTC (link)

"Yes, well, it's better than the floor," Larit said simply as he helped Roger sit up and settle back against the pillows. "Here you are," he added as he set the tray over Roger's legs and then he sat down in the chair beside the bed with his own plate. "How are you feeling? Better, I hope?"

It was difficult not to worry. Larit could feel that he was growing attached, and he wasn't sure what the hell to do about it. He knew that Archemedes could tell, too.

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criminalminds
2011-07-04 03:00 am UTC (link)

It was hard to think with beef anywhere within smelling range. He simply gave an inattentive nod as the plate came his way. Digging in, it wasn't long before the meal was devoured. He tried his best not to be messy about it, but that came with increasingly difficulty these days.

When he was finished, he came out of the food trance looking sheepish as always. "I'm feeling even better now. You cook the best food." Granted, how hungry he was, a homeless guy would cook the best food for him too.

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deathproof
2011-07-04 03:30 am UTC (link)

Larit didn't seem at all bothered by the way Roger devoured his food, and even when his plate was only half finished and Roger's was completely empty he didn't bat an eye. It was to be expected. Keeping Roger well fed was key, especially in the early stages.

"My Grandmother taught me," he said as he continued to eat. "Did your parents teach you things like that?" he asked, wanting to know more about the boy laying in his bed.

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criminalminds
2011-07-04 03:53 am UTC (link)

Roger would never be dissuaded from pursuing knowledge about Larit, not even by questions about himself. "My mom didn't really teach me cooking, unless you count microwave brownies. Dad was gone a lot. What about your parents? Did your grandmother raise you?"

He set the plate down on the bedside stand and laid back down. The comfort of the covers enveloping him was just too good to resist.

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deathproof
2011-07-04 04:29 am UTC (link)

"No," Larit said with a shake of his head as he reached for his glass of ale and took a sip. "My mother and father did, but my Grandmother lived with us. My Grandfather passed when I was only seven, and she moved in with us not long after that. I also know how to hand sew, though I don't do that often. If ever," he added with the faintest hint of a smile. "So, if you didn't get much home cooking you must really be enjoying your stay here," he teased. "I'm practically waiting on you hand and foot."

He'd taken leave from work. He was using vacation, which was so rare that everyone had been shocked.

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criminalminds
2011-07-04 02:02 pm UTC (link)

Picturing Larit sewing by hand was Roger's new official favorite pass time. He got a goofy smile on his face while he thought about it.

"You don't have to, you know. I'm feeling better. Actually, I'm feeling better than I ever have before." But that was only because the full moon was close and no matter how much Wolfsbane Archemedes got for them, the first shift was always brutal. When the moon passed and the wolfsbane really kicked in he'd be worse than ever. Weak, sick, like a cancer patient on his last legs.

He rolled onto his side. "Do you always take care of people like this? Is that an influence of your Grandma too? I wonder if the man who made me could have been helped?" It wasn't a judgment, just a musing.

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deathproof
2011-07-05 02:27 am UTC (link)

"You might be feeling better now, but when the shift comes and after the shift, you're going to be feeling worse than you have these past few weeks," Larit pointed out. "But I'll be here to help you through it, it'll be fine."

He went quiet after that as he finished up the remainder of his meal, then got to his feet to put his plate on the tray. He plucked it up and didn't say anything back as he left the room, and when he came back a few moments later he went to sit down on the small sofa beside the window.

"I don't always take care of people like this, no. Actually, you're the second. The first was my best friend after a bad battle, and the man who made you was a little too far gone for help."

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criminalminds
2011-07-05 03:51 am UTC (link)

Roger liked Archemedes, though he didn't know a lot about him. "He was in a bad battle? What sort? So there must be evil wizards too. Or maybe you're the evil wizards and I don't know enough to pick a side." He was just teasing about that last part, of course. Evil wizards wouldn't be able to cook this good and surely they didn't have grandmothers.

The news that he was going to get worse made Roger groan a little. He didn't think it was possible to feel even more sick than he usually did. He put a hand on his stomach as if to soothe it from the spike of nerves. "So magic isn't all powerful. I guess everything has its limits."

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deathproof
2011-07-05 04:17 am UTC (link)

"There are evil wizards, yes," Larit said honestly as he stretched his legs out a little and relaxed against the couch. He was often very stiff and rigid around people he didn't know well, but over the course of time it took to take care and watch over Roger he'd grown increasingly comfortable. "Nothing is all poweful. Everything does have it's limits," he agreed as he tipped his head to the side and let his gaze sweep over Roger's features. "When you're well enough to be on your own, it's going to be difficult for things to go back to normal around here. I've gotten use to seeing you everyday."

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criminalminds
2011-07-06 03:32 pm UTC (link)

There was nothing quite like watching Larit stretch out like a cat. The first couple days, Roger had honestly thought Larit was the most rigid man he'd ever met. It was appealing in its own way, but the contrast between then and now was even more appealing.

"Will I ever be well enough to be on my own? Is that where this is going? You won't let me eat anyone, will you? What if I mess up?" Because he'd been having those dreams and they'd shaken him to the core. He was not the type of person to turn into a cannibalistic serial killer. Perhaps it had been the dreams that had convinced him the most about his own changed nature. The idea of leaving Larit's care was terrifying and he sat up in the bed. "I don't want to leave and be on my own," he said finally as he stood up and started to pace.

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deathproof
2011-07-08 05:24 am UTC (link)

Larit was silent as he watched Roger get to his feet and start to pace. He didn't move, only watched the boy by following him with his eyes, and after a moment he finally got p and reached out to steady him by placing his hands on his upper arms.

"Stop," he said quietly as he looked down at him. "Of course you will be well enough to be on your own. I won't let you eat anyone. And neither will you. It is going to take time and willpower and a lot of learning about controlling your energy and the shift, but you can do it. And you will do it. I'll be here to help you, I'm not going to just abandon you after you get through the first shift. I'm going to be your mentor and I'll keep you safe. All right?"

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 06:30 am UTC (link)

The word 'safe' sounded foreign to Roger these days. Nowhere was really safe when the issue was inside. At first, he just thought he was crazy, but the situation had gotten far worse when he finally accepted the idea that he was a werewolf. He was pretty sure Prozac didn't work for that.

But ultimately, he trusted Larit and so when he looked up at him and they locked gazes, Roger felt himself calming down. "And you're not going to get tired of helping me. They're not going to wonder where you are at your job? What is it that you do again? Like a policeman?" His memory was like a sieve when it came to anything he was told in his deliriums.

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deathproof
2011-07-08 06:51 am UTC (link)

"No, I'm not going to get tired of helping you," Larit said as he kept his hands on Roger's arms and he stared down at him. "And my job can wait. It's not like conventional jobs. It's... a little bit different. A policeman isn't quite the word, but it's probably the closest," he added as he gave Roger's arms a little squeeze.

That spark of attraction was very apparent to Larit just then because of how close he was to Roger. He could easily just dip his head down and kiss the younger man, and he found himself staring at Roger's lips and thinking of what Arch had said in the back of his mind.

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 07:00 am UTC (link)

Appeased by Larit's reassurance, Roger relaxed a little. As he stood there, he allowed their proximity to sink in and he felt heat rise up his neck. Larit was ridiculously good-looking. One of those people who should be a model but they ended up doing something productive with their lives. Admittedly, that thought was entirely unfair to models, but really Roger was just jealous of pretty people. Pretty people didn't end up struggling as bike messengers.

He realized he was staring and averted his gaze with a soft laugh. "If you get fired or something, I'm going to feel very guilty." Guilty for that, but mostly guilty for picturing him naked all the damn time.

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deathproof
2011-07-08 07:21 am UTC (link)

Never in a million years would Larit think he was model material. He was tall, thin - his body beautifully sculpted, and he had very handsome features but he never seemed to really take knowledge of it. Even if Archemedes teased him all of the time. To Larit, Roger was just as beautiful. Just as lovely. He'd never thought of someone in that context before, though. Lovely.

"I won't get fired," he insisted, his voice firm and quiet as he stepped a little closer to Roger. "Are you blushing?"

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 07:29 am UTC (link)

With that step closer, Roger felt his stomach leap up into his throat. "No, I'm not blushing," he lied which only made the pink rise up into his cheeks. Most of the time, he would contradict someone just to disagree with them, even in the face of blatant truth. "I'm not," he reiterated, just in case Larit hadn't heard him the first time.

He looked down, a spark of courage igniting in him to ask the question he'd been meaning to ask for awhile now. "What do they normally do with werewolves? This arrangement we have--it isn't normal, is it."

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deathproof
2011-07-08 07:35 am UTC (link)

Larit knew that Roger was just as attracted to him as he was attracted to Roger. That made the arrangement all the more difficult. Larit was a very sexual person and when he wanted someone, he usually always got them. And he wanted Roger. But he wanted him more than just sexually and that was such a foreign thought to him. He'd bonded with the boy, gotten attached, so now it was more than just about wanting to fuck him.

"You're changing the subject," he said as he stepped closer. "You've been sleeping in my bed for two weeks now. You don't think I've thought about what you're thinking about?"

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 07:41 am UTC (link)

Every step that Larit took made Roger's knees grow exponentially weaker. His fingers squeezed into fists before relaxing again, needing to put his building energy someplace physical. His toes curled and uncurled too as he stood there.

"It's a valid subject to address though. Maybe you're the one who's changing the subject." But all his brain could do was think about how Larit looked with his shirt off and maybe what he'd look like in the bed next to him. Verbally, he was standing his ground, but mentally, he was somewhere else entirely.

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deathproof
2011-07-08 07:46 am UTC (link)

Larit watched Roger's face and the younger man's expression carefully, but his own expression didn't flinch or falter. It wasn't giving anything away. It was something he'd grown very good at over the years because of his profession, but also because he was sort of a natural at it. It was just his way.

"No, this isn't a normal arrangement. Normally a newly bitten wolf - or an old wolf - are turned over to our form of government and imprisoned because here in the United States, they're afraid that they'll get out of control. But it's not like that in other countries," he explained before he took a step closer to Roger. "And before you ask, yes I'm breaking the law for you. And I have no idea why, except for the fact that there is something about you that I want to protect."

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 07:53 am UTC (link)

Roger didn't know if his head was spinning because of some sort of werewolf related issue or because Larit was so damn close now. The smell of him was unfairly heartrending, causing in him such a turmoil that his hands started to shake. It made him keenly aware of how foreign his body could feel to him now.

"You feel like maybe it was your fault for not catching that other wolf sooner. That's all." He wouldn't look up at him for fear that his face would betray everything he was feeling. He was scared, really scared that Larit simply pitied him or felt responsible for him because of his own issues with failure or some other such insecurity. Protect. While the sound of it was good, Roger could see all of the potentially bad things about it too.

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deathproof
2011-07-08 07:59 am UTC (link)

"No," Larit said with a simple shake of his head. "That's not it. You're not the first casualty I've come across. There's been more than a few. I handled you differently, though. And I'm still trying to figure out why," he added as he reached up and let his index finger glide against the side of Roger's jaw, and he tipped Roger's head up so that he could meet his eyes. "And now I don't want you to leave. Maybe I did kidnap you after all," he said with a frown before he pulled away and abruptly and turned to run a hand through his hair.

Damn it. What had he been thinking? This was all wrong.

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criminalminds
2011-07-08 04:16 pm UTC (link)

Just the fact that Larit could use a word like 'casualty' for this situation made Roger believe him. He was special, but how many other people had Larit left behind or sent to the government for imprisonment? There was a bit of dilemma there. Was it wrong? Was Larit the bad guy for taking his kind, mostly victims themselves, and sending them away?

That was the first time he'd ever felt any kind of camaraderie with other werewolves. It struck him as a dangerous feeling, especially since it was 'against' someone else. But he reacted to Larit's touch, eyes fluttering shut, thoughts going out of his mind.

But then he was gone and Roger almost pitched forward from leaning into nothing. "Kidnapping me was better than sending me off to doom."

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deathproof
2011-07-11 02:48 am UTC (link)

Larit didn't say anything in response and he just moved to sit down on the edge of the bed. He put his elbows on his knees and wet his lips as he tried clear his head but it was difficult with Roger being right there.

"I don't know," he mumbled as he rubbed the bridge of his nose and swallowed hard. "This has all gotten very complicated," he added as he stared down at the floor.

A part of him felt that he should have followed protocol and taken Roger in, but he knew that even if he could go back and redo it all he would have made the exact same choice but this time for very different reasons.

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	criminalminds 2011-07-11 02:57 am UTC (link)
	Roger stared at him warily. His muscles started to tense as his thoughts processed slowly. "Should I--should I be worried that you're going to have a change of heart and haul me in?" As much as he was terrified of killing or even hurting someone, he was not about to be sent away to some government facility. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)