After Ankor blacked out, Ali takes it on himself to watch over him in the penthouse. Filled with worry he is relieved that he comes to. It's now or never. Ali has to confess his feelings! Will Ankor return them?!


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Let Me Hear You
Tabitha Thomas
10/9/2021


Having to wait was unnerving and caused much anxiety for the small moomba but there was little else he could do. He knew a doctor visit was something Ankor wouldn’t want; he wasn’t the kind of man who would enjoy being unconscious and helpless. He would rather bear the pain and remain in control. Alexander sat on the bedside brushing fingers through the handsome male's hair, “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have pressed things as I did. I just. I don’t know what I was thinking.” With a frown, his eyes gazed down to the floor.

He was able to talk the others into not sticking around but told them he would update them immediately when he was cognitive. The look of concern on their faces as well as that of frustration. Yudan in particular looked upset whilst the others were perplexed and concerned. He truly hoped that Blacktail wouldn’t think about removing him from his post on the ship; it had only now come to his thoughts that being unable to hear while on a ship may be both dangerous and seen as a disadvantage. If the red dragon did threaten such an act, Alexander would surely fight with all his might to keep Ankor in position.

The kit could only imagine how hard it was thus far to conceal his illness specifically being on a ship. Vertigo alone must be nauseating to the point of collapse. It could be especially fatal on a ship where the waves are constantly rocking the vessel. During a storm how hard, it must be for him to keep it together. Then there was the migraines and fatigue; both had to play a major part in his daily tasks which could cause him to fail at securing something as simple as a rope. How many times he must check the same duty he finished to make sure he didn’t botch his responsibility. Then there was the constant ringing in his ears. He couldn’t begin to imagine how he managed any task with such distress.

His eyes lifted when he saw the male stir beside him; reaching out a hand he took the larger one in his and whispered, “Hey, how do you feel?” Only after asking, did he realize how foolish it was. How ignorant he felt; he knew that he always felt deplorable, which made sense given his ailment.

Ankor winced and ran a hand over his temple, he gritted his teeth, grimacing in discomfort before barely muttering, “Diazepam, Amitriptyline, Alprazolam...” His hand barely pointed to the bathroom.

Alexander didn’t waste time and hurried to the bathroom and found each of these prescriptions and made his way back. Reading the labels, he pulled one pill from the two then the other he measured using a dropper and mixed it in the small glass of water by the bedside. While Ankor took each of these medications the kit was on his phone searching the medications and the intensities. He grimaced at his findings. The Diazepam was primarily to treat anxiety and seizures. It was also used to relieve muscle spasms and to provide sedation before medical procedures. This medication works by calming the brain and nerves. This made sense as it would calm the part of the brain that fired stimuli to the ear. Next was the Amitriptyline, which was used to treat mental or mood problems such as depression. It also was in theory supposed to help improve mood and feelings of well-being, relieve anxiety and tension, as well as help the user sleep better, and increase energy levels. It potentially works by affecting the balance of certain natural chemicals primarily neurotransmitters such as serotonin, in the brain. Lastly was Alprazolam, normally used to treat anxiety and panic disorders. Its main function was to affect the brain and nerves or the central nervous system, to produce a calming effect.

There was a long silence between them and whilst Ankor laid there trying to gain some kind of composure, Alexander was stroking his large hand with his small one. A whisper left his lips, “I’m sorry I didn’t understand the gravity of the situation before. It must be so difficult for you.”

Ankor seemed to growl as he held his head, “Please don’t give me sympathy or look at me like a wounded animal.” Wincing he held his head and waved his hands, [I’ll be fine.]

Lavender eyes looked to him with doubt and rubbed his palm but then a heat rose in his cheeks as he felt his body be pulled into the bed. He felt the large headrest on his chest and saw the hand gestures and smiled. “Let me hear you? What should I say?” Small fingers brushed through the sergals thin, glossy hair as he hummed in satisfaction, “Hmm. I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out. Elizabeth Barrett Browning.” He could see Ankor’s pained face seem to slowly relax. “When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more than you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us, I love you more than any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us, I love you more than any obstacle that could try and come between us. I love you the most. Unknown.” Was he getting tense? Rummaging his mind for more he continued, “There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment. Sarah Dessen.” He felt a shift in the sergal and spoke the next hoping to soothe him further, “I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone. J.R.R. Tolk-”

He swore his cheeks were on fire as he felt lips on his. The sergal had hovered over him and leaned on an elbow supporting himself as his hand brushed through his green strands on Alexander. The boy’s eyes fluttered shut and he could feel his heart escalate when he felt the rumble in the strong chest that pressed on his and his name had escaped the sergals lips. Ankor pushed his mouth wider, digging inside with his tongue and feeding on the kit like a man starved to death. The groan came from both parties as Alexander felt as if his blood were molten lava crawling under his skin.

Finally, when the shaking was so intense that his head spun, he pulled away with a soft gasp, “I want to hear you. Please let me hear it. Even if it is but once. I shall never ask again for such a gift.” He couldn’t believe he was begging Ankor for such a response but at the same time, he wasn’t. The small moomba would have done anything for the sergal; gladly and without question. His willingness may have seemed foolish but love was a silly thing as such. Alexander knew from the moment of meeting him that his heart had been stolen. It was only fair that he got his revenge by taking his last name.

Ankor felt the same way. He wanted nothing more than to hear Alexander’s voice in all matters. He wanted to hear the happiness in his voice and smile, hear the tenderness of his crying so that he could comfort him, hear his anger, and annoyance and beg for his forgiveness. He wanted it all. It was rare that he would indulge in anything for himself. He was selfless. He hardly understood how to be selfish but when it came to his Ali, he couldn’t help himself. All of his being wanted this boy and clung to the idea of having everything of him; his love, his smile, his pain, his soul. He refused to share such a trophy and he was not about to let it go, slip away, or be taken from him. This treasure was his and his alone. He would prove that only he was capable of such a gem. Cupping the boy’s chin, he drew him closer as his lips were but a hot breath away and the familiar grumble in his chest could be heard as he parted them to moan his name, “Ali... I love you.”


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