<i>'<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Don't come in'</span></i><br/><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><br/>
The shout from Carter rang clear through the room, the vehemence behind it pulling Asa up short,  his hand paused on the door and brows furrowed as he stared at nothing in particular. He knew the boy was shaken, and would be for a time. But it'd been for the best. He wouldn't allow himself to think otherwise. Shaking his head, he pushed the door open wider than just the crack it was sat at and stepped inside. His mismatched eyes taking in the state of the other and his panic stricken scramble for the soap. Expression pinched, Asa approached the tub. <br/>
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What was Carter so afraid of? Even after everything, did he really think Asa would hurt him? Not purposely. Never purposely. <br/>
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He took in Carter's ragged breathing, his body still a trembling mess, blood staining his smooth skin, hardening in his hair. Wordlessly, Asa kicked off his shoes, shrugging out of his blood stained shirt before he climbed in the shower and took the soap from Carter's hands. "Up," he ordered as he reached for a nearby bath sponge, lathering it up with soap. He took great care and attention as he washed Carter's body, leaving behind not a speck of blood. The intimacy of the moment not lost on him, even if the circumstances leading to it were less than ideal. Having not removed his pants before stepping into the shower, the fabric now clung dripping wet to his legs, outlining the growing buldge down the front of his pants. One would think with over a century of life to his name, Asa would be better at controlling his body's reactions; but some things not even time could tame. His growing attraction to Carter coupled with the blood-lust still pounding steady as a pulse through his body did nothing for his control. The beast within fueled by primal urges.<br/>
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"I understand this might be difficult for you to comprehend, but I did this for you, Carter." Asa finally said, turning his attention to squirting a glob of shampoo onto the boy's head. Gentle fingers massaging his scalp, combing through the sudsed locks. "Those who plot to hurt what is mine, must face the consequences of their actions." With one hand, he grabbed hold of Carter's chin, tilting his head up, "Do you understand?" </span>