Cyrus groaned, breathless. He squirmed. Everything was dark. So quiet. So surreal but the feeling in his stomach, that sickening feeling in his stomach had been eating him up. He was covered in sweat as if the hot feeling in his stomach had spilled into the rest of his body. His heart thumped like drums as his breathing got heavier.
"Soren…"
His eyes shot open. He winced as he sat up. Beads of sweat covered his forehead as he wiped them away with his forearm. His back still feels sore. He stood up from the bed. He smells like he had taken a bath in salt.
He looked over at Soren's bed. He isn't there. His bed is made. Cyrus let out a sigh of relief. He looked at his own bed. Memories crushed into his head like a wall of bricks. Soren and he had... Cyrus shook his head as a blush appeared on his face. No. No. It was only a dream, a really intense dream. But the ache on his back… no, no! Thats cause he slept in the weing side.
He can't sleep with Soren. His shirt was buttoned up abd more over he was wearing pants when he wake up. He didn't even feel sticky after waking up. So in that conclusion it was just bad bed night.
Cyrus looked out the window. The sun hasnt risen in the horizon yet. The dark clouds surrounded the sky. But the moon is almost down. He looked at the forest behind the orphanage. Cyrus stretched his arms but quickly retracted his arms as a slight pain ran through his back and waist.
"Ack-" he held his waist and slightly rubbed it, "ow my back…"
Cyrus ignored the pain and went out the door. His initial plan was to ho to the washroom to clean up but after he gad return from the washroom. The clanking of pots and cutlery got his attention. He walked towards the kitchen. Water still dripping from his washed face.
He didn't expect Soren to actually take the morning shifts. Then again Soren's the one who had been a better big brother of the orphans in this orphanage. His new appearance. Darkened arms diligently stirring something in the huge cooking pot. Longer hair that cascades pasts his shoulder blades. An apron string tied around his waist.
"Soren?"
Soren flinched and turned around. He didn't expect someone to be up this early in the morning. Cyrus noticed the apron he was wearing its pink… too pink… his face was covered in white flour so did the too pink apron. Those new dark Irises looking right at him. Those blue balls of pupils floated in th9se black holes of eyes. His lips slightly parted. Cyrus could count those sharp teeths.
"Sushine?" Soren had stopped stirring to look at Cyrus, "you are up so early. You should sleep more."
"Your cooking?" Cyrus walked into the kitchen.
"I did say, I was gonna take on the morning shifts." Soren looked away from Cyrus and back towards the pot he has been cooking in, "You need anything, sunshine?"
"I don't– ack!" Cyrus felt a pain on his back again.
Soren sharply turned with concern in his eyes, "sunshine." He left the big spoon inside the pot as he rushed to Cyrus's side, "what happened?"
"Im fine." Cyrus said through his teeth, "I think I just had a bad bed night."
Soren chuckled, "bad bed day, huh?" He smirked teasingly, "you don't remember last night?"
"Huh?"
"And I thought i went to rough on you." Soren chuckled again.
Cyrus realised, "that wasn't a dream?" His face turned beet red.
"You thought that was a dream, sunshine?" Soren leaned over to Cyrus, placing quick kiss on his forehead. "I remember every bit of it."
Cyrus didn't even notice that Soren had deliberately kissed him on his forehead, "what but I am fully dressed."
"I dressed you up." Soren returned to the pot.
"B- But I don't feel sticky." Cyrus tried to defend his words.
"I cleaned you up." Soren kept stirring the pot.
"B- But–"
"Do you regret it," Soren's voice was calm and soft like honey, "sunshine?"
Cyrus flinched. He didn't speak.
The kitchen fell into silence.
Cyrus sighed helplessly and marched towards Soren, "Soren, look at me."
Soren turned, "you have an answer– mmph!" Cyrus's hands fisted on his collar as he got pulled down. His lips met Cyrus's. Soren had kissed Cyrus gently for his first time.
But Cyrus's kiss is far from gentle. Its all teeth and tongue. Soren doesn't mind. He even smiled in the kiss as Cyrus bit his lip, swiping a tongue over the lip.
"Soren…" Cyrus pulled away from Soren, "I regret nothing… and I–"
"You love me?" Soren smiled, swiping at his lower lip that Cyrus had bit, "I know. You told me that last night… I love you too."
What Soren would never say is that he had noticed that Cyrus sees him in a different way long before. The slight flush on his face. The way he had said that day when they were searching for the herb that it was a girl older than him who he dreamed of. Soren had saw through that lie long ago but he did not question it.
"Soren…" Cyrus gasped, his fists around Soren's collar tightened, "you bastard." He burried his face on Soren's chest.
Soren chuckled again, "come on help me cook, Sunshine."
Cyrus grumbled on Soren's shirt, "don't tell me what to do." He grumbled.
"It's fine," Soren ruffled Cyrus's hair with one hand and the other habd was still holding the spoon, "then how about resting for sometimes more."
"No," Cyrus pulled away and went up to the shelf with trays and plates, "I'm staying here and cooking. Besides, my cooking is better than yours."
Soren looked at Cyrus's back and a deep laughter rumbled in his throat, "hopeless," he said under his breath.
"Really hopeless." Soren smiled gently.