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You knew you shouldn’t have. You knew it was a bad idea.
When Michael knocked softly on the wooden door that connected to the living room you knew you should have slammed the door in his face but there was something, something in his eyes, he was distraught, face in a shock that you couldn’t understand and bags under his eyes so deep you wondered when the last time he slept was. Tear marks tracked down his face, lips busted and clothes dirty enough you didn’t want to let him in. Michael was a grimy mess.
But you let him in because deep down you knew. You knew he needed it more than you.
Michael’s been trying, been grasping at his sanity for so long. His little brothers death, his sisters death, his mothers death and he’s been hunting down his father ever since. To bring peace to everyone.
Your little brother, Gabriel, was one of the children his father had murdered. You should hate Michael. Despise him with every fiber of your being. He is the spawn of the man who took your brother so long ago.
Fuck him. Leave him out there in the rain, let him cry his pitiful eyes out for all you care. No, you wouldn’t do that to Michael.
He didn’t deserve it. Didn’t deserve more to grieve about.
He’s always been your best friend, well he used to be at least before Freddy’s.
Now he had no where left to go, there was dried blood on his clothes and arms, he looked so tired.
So you took pity, bringing the man into your condo.
“I…..I-“ he tried to speak, explain himself, but nothing could come out of his mouth.
“Michael… don’t say anything.” Your eyes could water, this was not how you wanted to reunite with him at all. You didn’t want to reunite with him at all.
“Undress.” You demanded.
His face turned pink, “W..What?” He definitely was not expecting that.
“If you’re staying here I’m washing you up now come with me to the bathroom and throw your clothes on the floor.”
He wanted protest but your eyes showed no waving, you were firm on this.
“Get. Undressed.”
He slowly stripped his disgusting jacket and you took it in your hands, putting it and the rest of the clothes he had on into the washer.
He was down to just his boxers.
“Michael you act like I’ve never seen it before, take the rest off.”
His face pink again before slowly slipping them off.
You took those too, throwing them all in the washer, grabbing some detergent and sprinkling it in before putting it back in the counter and pressing the buttons as the cycle started.
“Mike-“ you stopped when you saw him in your hallway, naked, staring at a photo of the old you from when you dated. His skin was pale, bruises, bumps, wounds, scrapes.
Fuck he looked beat up.
You pushed past him gently, you turned the water on, whisking it with your hand until it steamed. Michael stared at you. Why were you doing this for him? Why would you let him in.
You added bubbles, for old times sake. Michael loves it. It was dead silent in the bathroom, your bathtub was big enough for both of you but he just slipped in, mostly because you made him.
You started slow, his hair was matted with blood and grime but you gently squirted some shampoo on your hands and rubbed at his scalp, he hummed in appreciation. Micheal wasn’t supposed to be here, he was supposed to be hunting down his father.
He hated William. The worst man alive he would say,
You snapped in Michael’s face,
“Don’t dose off on me…”
You rubbed more shampoo in his hair, the grime and blood starting to wash out and giving him the silky look you remembered. Next was his face, grabbing a bar of fruit smelling soap you rubbed the marks off his face and he grimaced, feeling like a baby.
“luv, you don’t have to do all that.” Michael was starting to sound himself again.
“Stay quiet before I make you leave.” You wouldn’t and he knew that…
Bringing the soap down to his chest and scrubbing away the dirt, the soap trailed bubbles from his chest down to his stomach.
You switched out the dirty water for clean water and he soaked again, he wasn’t even cleaning himself properly. Man he was always like this, unable to take care of himself.
You stripped your shirt and pants off along with everything under and Michael turned and blushed, trying not to look but in the end he just couldn’t help it.
Stepping in and sitting down in the water, straddling his lap you dragged the soap down his neck and to his collar bone.
Man Michael loved it, he wouldn’t turn away for a second.
“Mike I don’t know where you’ve been or what you’ve done but….you have to take care of yourself….I couldn’t see you like this ever again.”
Michael had tears going down his face and you leaned in to kiss them off, he’s been through so much and right now all he needed was this. He needed warmth, he was sobbing for it as you leaned in and hugged him tight.
It wasn’t in any way sexual but it was the best pleasure. He sobbed, he wanted to be punished, wanted to be yelled at right when you opened the door. He wanted a reason to stop it. To stop everything and when you brought him in he couldn’t help but cry.
He’s never been treated like this. He’s never been normal.
You brought him out of the water, grabbing two towels and wrapping them around him and yourself.
“I’m going to go get your clothes done, please Michael stay for as long as you need I’m going to cook and clean your wounds in a few minutes please just stay, go sit on my couch why I finish this up.”
Switching over his clothes to the dryer you threw him a random t shirt and pants you had that were way too big for you.
They were nice on him.
Everything was nice on him.
After getting his clothes in the dryer you headed for the kitchen, boiling some pasta for him while he sat down, staring at a wall.
“Mike please turn on the TV., I don’t want you getting stuck in that head of yours.”
He clicked the tv on and set the remote down, you drained the pasta with a blue strainer and added some Alfredo sauce and chicken to it. Putting it all on a plate with a fork and handing it to him.
He ate very slowly and you grabbed the gauze and alcohol to clean his wounds, he would hate this part.
“Turn over Michael….” He did as you asked but did not expect the burning sensation rubbed all over his back. Fuck he hated that, it burned and he wanted to move but you wouldn’t let him.
You and him both sat like that for hours, watching TV and being in each others presence.
Then it was time to put him to bed, you dragged him to your bed, after hearing many protests about how he would sleep on the couch.
“Michael my bed is big enough for the both of us and has memory foam.”
He turned red this time, sliding in and you joined him. You wanted to cry knowing that he would be gone, out to avenge your little brother before you even awoke the next morning.
Michael laid there but could not fall asleep, his insomnia getting tired him, you. Turned, knowing how to put this man asleep.
You wanted him for just once in his life to take without protesting, to be loved without having to hurt. You brought your hand and traced it over his thigh, you could already tell how pent up he was.
“Luv, what- what are you….”
“Michael please just let me help you. I know you need this, it’s been ages since you’ve last gotten any sleep.”
He nodded, swallowing hard which really wasn’t the only thing hard, bringing your hand up to just pet him slowly as he wined little curses and gave little noises. Only you could see him like this, only you could see him in this state, no one else, when the lights were off and he was blushing beyond belief.
You started to massage at it, going faster, there wasn’t enough time to tease him but he just had one goal in mind.
“Let go, Michael, let yourself enjoy this, please, for me.”
He cried, the emotions and intimacy along with his other stressed ideas and pleads were washing away, he felt bliss, eyes rolling back as you went faster, giving him what he wanted, a long moan slipped out of his mouth before finally succumbing to slumber, you cleaned him off with a napkin and laid right beside him, he embraced you in his sleep and how you would beg and cry in the morning knowing he would leave, but you both could have this.
You could have these little moments when there was no William Afton, Freddy Fazbear or anything else. The feelings all came back to you. You knew from the start about opening the door for this melancholy man,
You knew you shouldn’t have. You knew it was a bad idea.