#damonwest

The cars were off and moving, which were nothing but a good sign, given some of the people now surrounding the car had gotten very rowdy in their movements. And they needed to just get the hell out of there, or as Damon put it, get the fuck out of dodge.

As the cars tried to respectfully move through the herd of people wanting nothing but an answer, it was with a certain parliamentarian member that wanted nothing of it, typical, at the least. Connor Wilson always seemed like the selfish type and glances from Damon never seemingly let that tension simmer as he let it be known, though he was guarded, that he shouldn’t get too comfortable with the security of the man before him — wrecking his neighbourhood was one thing, but acting like they were on good terms was a whole other can of worms itself.

“You guys have done this before,” Connor stated, it was like a pin dropped in the small, confined space of the car as Damon glanced at the rear view mirror and right into the eyes of the man. He knew the damage he had done — and he expected the demanding outcry that came before him. Cynical even in the eyes of the young Damon West, however, no one knew the tension between the two of them. Just the silence that fell within the car itself.

“Just routine at this point Mr. Wilson,” It was the calm tone of Kaden — the bastard could see right through him unlike the others. A quick glance was chucked Kaden’s way through the rear view mirror once more. Something felt off about today, and Damon had become antsy unknowingly over it.

And there it was, exactly like the lights that changed before him, a man suddenly came swinging out onto the road. Damon taking no chances as the car squealed under the force of one pedal. Halting a boat as the other cars behind them soon followed, if not, within mere millimetres of fusing metal and plastic together. 

“Charlie 3-1, Status?” An agent stated on the radio.

“Charlie 3-1, we have a protestor on the road, getting out now,” Damon quickly mandated positions, knowing the other two men would take over if needed.

“Lincoln, on me,” Damon stated. He still wasn’t used to hearing the likes of his now middle name roll off the bumps of his tongue.

Within the process of only eleven seconds, did everything happen. Caving in, all at once.

In  five seconds, Damon and Kaden both opened their doors. Seven, and Kaden closed his before he matched his husbands’ steps. Nine, and Damon placed a hand on his gun to let the protestor know that should his intentions change, it was no longer going to be the protestor with the upper hand. It was at ten, that he went to open his mouth and eleven, that the bullet rang out. Damon tensed his whole body, thinking that he was going to feel the pain, any moment now. His flesh meeting in the middle of a beautifully opened wound of the bulletproof armour. But it was nothing as the world around him quickly had a black car to the right of him, to the left of him and in front of him — it hadn’t been minutes, it had now been thirty seconds, and he was still alive, but when he looked over to no longer see the body of a man he once called him look back into his eyes, that his neurone fired, and he dropped into action.

As Damon immediately pointed away from the scene to Cameron — get in the driver’s seat and go. There was a longing stare in his eyes, neutrality, taking it in. As if he was perilous to stop it.

Zack had done the right thing, getting the minister to duck down. But Cameron had frozen, when he was needed the most, and so had Damon as he looked at the bloodied shirt of his husband as he laid on the ground. There was no way it hadn’t done it’s job, but it seemed so upon Damon’s observations, the bullet had gone clean right through him.

Damon yelled once more at Cameron to get them out of there, before he finally shifted as another gun shot rang out — more people screamed and the male ducked down, idiotically, and protectively, and over his husband.

“Damon?” Kaden choked out, he seemed distant, unsure of what even happened.

“Hey Kay, you’re doing alright. Just a little wound, the armour got it. Don’t you worry” Damon confirmed as he tried to compress the bleeding, it wouldn’t fucking stop. “We need to get him moved now, open the door I got him.”

“What’s going on?” Kaden asked weakly, his eyes had now become a silvery grey. They weren’t the oceanic blue Damon could never stop looking at.

“Nothing, we’re just getting you into the car, everything’s fine” With a nod from the agent, Damon counted, along with prior notice that he was going to be lifted. It took all of his strength not to drop him then and there, Damon never had any difficulty lifting him during their moments, and now the adrenaline was doing all the work sore muscles could no longer bare.

With the door shut, the world around Damon decreased to just the man’s chest in his lap, so weakly vulnerable. So avoidant of life, and no longer an owner of a smile that could break a man’s heart that tried to hold the red seeping liquid in, as if he could fix everything, when he was losing it right in front of him. 

“Damon,”

“I know, I know,” Damon choked before he didn’t have to even say it and the agents were on the move to the hospital. No one in the car helped, they could see the inevitable, and the man losing colour could do the same. But there was one person who was not willing to come to terms with it, he wanted nothing of it.

There was only silent glances and pained grunts as the eventual adrenaline wore off of both their bodies. He no longer blissfully unaware, but more so hurting, the colour had drained from his eyes completely. Something that gave the man so much emotion, could now only be found in his throat as a deathly cough started moving through him, and a choked scream as the pain finally settled right in.

But his body was all too far gone from that, as his eyes focused on another pair — the blood once needing to be kept in, now inked through the hands of his husband, as if the last moments he would spend with him weren’t already painful enough.

“It hurts,” Kaden rasped, his body shaking — somehow, it was at this point, the staring between one another eyes. That they both knew time was approaching. And it never could keep itself just far enough away to let them ever give a proper goodbye.

“It got you pretty good, but you’re gonna make it,” A thumb on his cheek, deniable plausibility, everything was going to be fine. A way of reassuring one another.

“Damon, don’t,” The rattle in his breath came as he took his shaky breaths. 

“No, I’m not gonna,”

“Damon,” The both of them had tears in their eyes. “I love you,” That’s what finally broke a man, tears streaming down his cheeks. Their time was up, all he could do in response was hold him closer, kiss his head as a desperate hand ran through the hair of a fading man as a weak arm moved on his elbow. A final grasp on a man he too, called his home.

“I love you too,” he finally choked out, the silent ache in Damon’s pounding chest, the heavier rattle, but calm breaths of a final moment in his husbands’ arms was met with words of anguish.

They always wanted to be in each other’s arms, but they never wanted it to be met with things they were never ready to deal with.