withimpunity | Drabble: Watch You Bleed

Title: Watch You Bleed
Pairing: Nathan/Peter
Rating: Teen (language, violence)
Words: 426
Disclaimer: Not mine.
In response to

fillequill's prompt, arguement.Sorry for the spam, I forgot I had this one too. :)

i.
They never argue. Except when they do.

Nathan is all puffed out chest and squared shoulders, dripping with smugness, and it makes Peter want to wipe it off of his face, permanently. His violent tendencies disturb him sometimes, but not tonight. Tonight Nathan deserves it and when his fist collides with the sharp, angular jaw that women swoon over, he watches Nathan bleed.

ii.
Nathan never hits Peter. Except when Peter hits him first.

Nathan touches his fingers to his lips. They both sting like hell, all split open and dripping blood on his Italian silk tie and just for that, he thinks, he's going to break his promise.

He hits Peter with a well calculated right punch, minding Peter's nose; it's already been broken twice. Nathan was on the boxing team in college, so he knows what to do to cause enough damage, but not too much. Peter needs to learn a lesson. He hopes tough love is the way to go.

iii.
Nathan never apologizes. Except when its his fault.

"You hit me."

Peter looks up at him from the rain soaked sidewalk with a pained expression on his face, but Nathan knows he's not hurt. Not physically. The look in Peter's eyes is something he never wanted to see there. He broke his promise to Peter. He's supposed to be the one to take care of him, to save him, and now Peter needs saving from him. It's not right.

Nathan feels dizzy. It's as if the earth's being pulled out from under his feet like in a really bad magic act. Peter's looking at him like he doesn't know who he is and Peter's bleeding and oh god, he made Peter bleed.

"Pete," The words fall out of his mouth like a soft cry. "Peter." He sits down on the filthy, wet cement next to Peter and pulls him into his arms. "Goddamit, Peter. Why did you make me do that?"

Nathan uses his thumb to wipe away the blood on Peter's bottom lip. He jumps when Peter hisses through his teeth and realizes that the salty sweat on his thumb probably burns the fuck out of Peter's lip where his wedding band split it open. Dammit, he thought he'd been more careful.

"I'm sorry," He says, pushing Peter's bangs out of his eyes so that he can look into them. "I'm so sorry, Pete." Nathan leans in and presses his lips to Peter's, thinking of how he used to kiss Peter's boo-boo's all better. There's a part of him that knows this isn't the same thing, but he doesn't listen to it. Not now. Peter needs him.