Perry Grant

Shown to Bijou, no reaction publicly until Perry’s Guarded instructs them. @thebijoubelmont

I do, yes. I find both cleaning and organizing to be very soothing activities. Making sure everything has a place, a perfect place, making sure things stay tidy and presentable, I find joy in all of the above. And, isn’t it just oddly satisfying turning a mess into something no-stress?

I have a proposition that I believe at least a few of you might be interested in. I’ve been talking about opening up a boxing club for quit some time, and I believe there is no better time to open the floor for that. I’ll call it Fight Club, because I will be employing the teachings of multiple martial arts and I may also introduce weaponry at a future date. Anyone that is interested can meet me in the gym on Tuesday. 

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This sounds wonderful, Sir. You always have such great ideas. I’m looking forward to it, I’d love to train with you and learn some new fighting styles and techniques. Especially with such an amazing teacher. Please let me know if you need anything or any help setting up. You know I’ll do anything for you. 

Perry jumped at the sound of clapping, turning quickly to see who was behind them. “Oh, hello Faith.” They gave a small, tight lipped smile as they moved to place their guitar down beside them. “What are you up to this evening?” Perry asked, tipping their head up to look the woman in the eyes. 

[ @perrygrant​ in response to this and this ]

And you’re mine, Perry flower. I love you. You weren’t even trying and you’ve saved my evening. 

Sir....I could just melt. I love you more, Sir. I...did?  That’s kind of you, Bijou. Everything I do, I do it for ou. 

Sir Bijou Belmont. Council Seat Holder for Africa. 

Sir Bijou Belmont, Council Seat Holder for Africa. 

And now I have a headache. Perry flower? Are you busy?

@perrygrant​

Sir, not at all. I know, I feel it, I’m coming. I’ve got medicine, and water to take it with. I’ll massage your head, and everything else. I’m right here, Sir. I’ll take care of you. Talk to me, please? I can feel your anger. 

The sounds Perry was making were enough to drive Bijou wild, as if he hadn’t already been driven there. Outside of their suite, people were sick and getting sicker, but inside… Bijou dropped the ball on being a Council member because he was so absorbed in what was happening between the two of them. Luckily, someone else was on the ball. I think you’re right. One of the last times was the bath night, but even that… It paled in comparison. Nothing could really compare to finding your bond. The way Perry responded to him saying he was theirs made his heart hurt a little, because he knew that was his fault. He’d been terrible, and he knew that when his fears caught up to him about this they were going to have to deal with that together. Then a memory hit. “I seem to recall a wise companion of mine once said that not all good things are easy. Maybe th ey were right.” Good, I don’t want you to question that. Then Perry started bucking beneath him and he had to get the last remnants of their clothing off as quickly as possible so that he could touch every inch of his Guardian and bare every inch of himself as well. Hovering over his flower, he kissed his way back down the front of their body, looking up to watch them as he made his way down to their hips, not stopping until he was all of the way down. I’m going to have you squirming like that for me all night, my flower. The words were spoken mentally because suddenly, his mouth was too full to speak.

As Perry touched Bijou the way that they did, it felt like they were both naked. Like there was nothing in between them. Perry laid on the praise and Bijou simply listened, taking in the blush and listening to what was said. The shyness was cute, Perry was much different than anyone the Guarded had ever been with before. Usually, he went for confident Guarded men, people that could not possible bond with him and weren’t ever caught looking at him the way that Perry did. It had been safe at the time, but it was nothing like this feeling of being safe. The final comment came and he smiled, leaning in slowly without looking away from the Guardian so that he could kiss where Perry had touched, mirrored. His lips trailed along their collar bone, drawing inward until he could kiss their neck and whisper. “You did say you were saving yourself for your Guarded… I’ve stopped myself from trying to see if things would happen more than a few times.” I think there was a reason for it. His nose slid gently along the length of their neck, stopping only so that he could kiss his way back down. His hands were already stripping the both of them too. “My Perry, my flower. I’m yours too, you know.” I want you to know. I’ve wanted you to know.

The squeak made Bijou smile, he was already getting used to this better than he had thought that he would. There was part of him that was still holding onto his promise, but that part was mild in comparison to the part that was feeling blissful and proud to have found his bond with Perry. He could feel the negative later, now he was overcome with the positive. “You’re hot too, Perry flower. Beautiful. Handsome. I remember what you looked like in the bath too. In my lap, with my hands on you.” When Perry repeated that he knew, he nodded. There were many reasons that he knew, and he thought about them then. He knew because of how solidly Perry stayed by his side, because of how much they helped him out, because of actions and words and things he couldn’t explain. Not to mention the time Perry had said it while drunk. He could have replied to everything they were saying, but verbal romance was incredibly new to him and he was finding himself at a loss for words. Perry knew he meant it, they could feel him. He knew that for sure. He could feel them too. “I want you, Perry.” The words were whispered but they were loud and clear, said mentally as well, and he meant them in a thousand different ways.

Bijou could indeed hear what Perry was thinking, it made him smirk as he made his way up their body. You’re adorable, my flower. Don’t stop on my account. The kiss relieved a bit of the tension that their newly formed bond had created, but only a bit. The air still felt electrified. Then Perry started apologizing and they covered their face before Bijou could protest. For a second, he just looked taking in the shy, nonbinary Guardian in front of him. They had already come so far from their first days together here at Brightwood, and now this. “I know.” He leaned forward and kissed those knuckles one by one, then rested his forehead against Perry’s fingers, so they’d be forehead to forehead if those hands weren’t there. “It’s okay if you feel like you need to hide, but you should know I will never shame you or what you feel. You’re safe with me.” This was the second time that Perry had professed their love for him, but it was just as heartwarming as the first time. This time, Perry could feel how it made him feel. The love, the care, the affection, the warmth. Gently, he peeled those hands off of Perry’s face but only so that he could look them in the eye when he said, “I love you too, Perry. You’re mine. And no, I’m not upset about it.” 

Perry squeaked when Bijou answered them in their head, biting into their lower lip as they attempted to adjust to the fact that their thoughts were no longer solely their own. They didn’t hate it, not by a long shot, they were simply trying to get used to the fact that from now on, Bijou would hear any and every thought they had. “You don’t want me to stop, Sir? But these thoughts are...Uhm....I’m just...You’re very hot Sir. Very attractive.” When the Guarded admitted he knew about Perry’s feelings, they froze. “You know? Because of the bond, or...” Their heart was beating a mile per minute, and then they felt their Guarded’s lips on their hands, the weight of him leaning into them. When their hands were moved, they clutched Bijou’s shoulders, curling their fingers gently at first, not wanting to be too rough or hurt the other in their anxiety. The Guarded’s words and feelings crashed over them, and Perry blinked slowly up at the other, basking in the feelings they knew were coming from the man. “Thank you, Sir. I want you to feel safe with me too. To know you can trust me, no matter what, with anything. I’ll always be here. Right here, for you. With you.” Then, they were communicating in their heads again, something Perry already found themselves falling easily into. “I am yours, Sir. Forever. I’ll do whatever you want, be whatever you need, take care of you until the end of time. I...You love me...You love me. Holy shit that’s amazing. I’ve loved you for a long time, Sir. Longer than maybe you know. I can’t believe we’re here. I...I just want you, Sir. I just want you.”

Bijou took in Perry’s responses to what had happened as he tried to process his own, looking down at them as those beautiful eyes filled with tears of happiness. “I’m alright, flower.” And as much as he had said against being bonded, he was relieved that Perry didn’t seem to really think that he would be upset or unhappy in this moment. “Stay right here for me,” he murmured, then got up just long enough to brush his teeth to get the sick out of his mouth before returning to Perry on the floor. He lifted them up and carried them into the bedroom, placing them on the bed carefully before climbing up to rest on top of him, between his legs. He kissed his way up the front of the Guardian– his Guardian– until their lips met in a kiss. “This is real,” he said mentally, in his head. “You’re mine, Perry flower. That’s real. This is real. Talk to me. Are you okay?”

Perry smiled when Bijou confirmed he was alright, their body relaxing against the cool tile. “Yes, Sir. Right here.” Perry’s eyes followed Bijou as the Guarded went to brush his teeth, smiling even more as they hoped that meant the’d get a kiss- a kiss from my Guarded they thought. When they were lifted, they rested their head against Bijou’s chest, nearly whining when they were placed on the bed, afraid of losing contact so quickly. Then, that perfect body was on top of them, kissing places Perry hadn’t ever had kissed before. Oh Gods, oh Gods, he’s kissing me not on my lips, he’s kissing me on my body, he’s...Wait, can he hear this? Can you hear this Sir? That’s embarrassing. They flushed from the collarbone up, gasping when Bijou’s lips connected with theirs. “I’m okay, Sir. Knowing you’re here. Knowing this is real. Knowing you really are mine. I healed you, I helped, I...I just want to take care of you, Sir. I’m...I’m sorry. For what I did. For activating this. I don’t know if you...I know you weren’t...You didn’t want...But I’m not going to let anyone threaten you like that. They won’t get to you, bond or not, not without going through me and that won’t happen. Not ever. I...I love...You.” The last word wasn’t even something they necessarily consciously thought, it just came naturally, though knowing that no matter what Bijou had heard it sent them into a bit of a tailspin. Bringing their hands up, they covered their face, embarrassed and unsure of what to say or how to recover. 

The moment that Perry protected him on the dash, they had activated their bond and everything else that had been going on faded into the background immediately. Bijou felt that sense of calm and comfort too, through and above the sickness that kept him on his knees in front of the toilet. He could hear Perry in his head, speaking, and the shock and surprise in that definite statement was sweet. He’d remember that forever. 

Then Perry was on their knees, arms wrapped around him. He knew it was more than affectionate, thanks to their new bond, but it was still surprising when he felt himself starting to feel better and better until the sickness was gone completely. As if they didn’t already know, that would have proved it. Only a bonded Guardian could heal their bonded Guarded, and the poison had basically been sapped right out of him and there was no denying how quickly he felt better. When Perry leaned back, Bijou watched in shock, his lips parted and his mind absolutely still. This was something he had avoided his entire life, he had leaned down to within an inch of his father’s face while the man lay on his death bed and vowed to him that this would never happen. Perry speaking is what broke him from his thoughts and he shook his head to clear it the rest of the way and then moved forward. His arms wrapped around the Guardian before he could fall and held him close, guiding him down onto his back. This was the bathroom, but it was kept immaculately clean so it wasn’t a problem. “It worked,” he whispered. “It’s you…”

When Bijou took them into his arms, Perry felt themselves immediately relax. It was no longer something they could control, but more of a physical reaction that just happened, being touched for the first time by their soulmate. Their mind continued to buzz, though, and they were nearly overwhelmed with thoughts and feelings about everything- everything that had happened, everything they’d been through and waited for. They truly had been reaching a point of disbelief in the fact that they did have a soulmate, the soulmate they’d hoped for, dreamed of, prayed for even. When they were laid on their back, they didn’t release their grip on their Guarded, their eyes locking as tears of joy welled. “It’s me, Sir. Is that...Alright? Are you alright with that?” Although they could feel Bijou, the energy they’d just expended healing Bijou left them drained and a little unable to focus. “I can’t believe it....I can’t believe it. Is this real? It isn’t a dream?” 

The way Perry moved, Bijou assumed they were unaffected. He wanted to be protective and make sure, but he was too busy throwing up to be able to do much of anything and the fact that Perry wasn’t throwing up like he was said enough to keep him from being too worried. Perry did the Council work for him too, at his command, and they told him enough to hold him off for the moment. He was sick a few more times before he took the water and used it to clean out his mouth, then took a real few sips. His stomach was still flipping, but he was able to look up at Perry and speak. “Action has to be taken, immediately. To find out how this happened.” It was worrisome that someone had been able to get them all sick while they were inside Brightwood. How had this happened?  You’re okay? How are you feeling?

He had wanted to ask those questions, but then Perry protected Bijou in the way that he chose to answer that threatening anon and that thing that he had been avoiding so vehemently– that same thing that the anon had used against Perry– happened. They bonded, he could feel it even through the food poisoning. 

Seeing Bijou like this, in this state, so sick, and weaker than he was letting on, had Perry in a state. On one hand, they felt as though they couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, knowing that Bijou wasn’t okay. Another part of them, though, and thankfully the stronger part, took over as Perry succumbed to themselves, an anger building within them, alongside an overwhelming sense of concern, a need to take care of the other, to protect, to serve. Perry stayed by Bijou’s side while he was sick, rubbing his back and whispering soothing, supportive words. “Sir, with all due respect, you’re sick as a dog. I can...I’ll do this. I’ll take care of it. Let me, Sir, please. I can do this, for you. For everyone else too but...Especially for you.” Perry’s eyes hit the ground, before feeling a buzz in their pocket. Pulling out their phone, their eyes read quickly over that message, the anger inside taking over. As soon as they’d hit reply, all bets were off. All around them the room began to go in and out of focus, their head buzzing as a tingling spread from the inside out. They felt warm, happy, calm, before themselves feeling nauseous, exhausted, and painful. We bonded. This is a bond. I have my soulmate, I found him, it is him, it is you. Sir....

Their mind raced as they tried to catch up with themselves. Dropping to their knees next to their Guarded, Perry wrapped their arms around Bijou. Closing their eyes, they did their best to focus, to breathe, to give their energy to Bijou. They knew, through their classes, that they could heal him, and that was their first and only goal. Feeling the energy drain from their body, Perry nearly fell sideways, but caught themselves on the heel of their hand with a shaking arm. “D-did it work, Sir? Did I d-do it?”