(AN: damn you guys, I had to re read this entire fic to write this chapter, you're welcome. I haven't written in a whole so it may be a little crunchy, a little rusty. My bad)

The day was antagonizing for bruce. Not being able to do anything. The silence was screaming bloody murder in his ears.

Black eye shadow still stinging his eyes, he thought it would have been smuged off by his vigorous attempts to get it off.

Every time his eyes would close the pain, would subside, but a shot of pain would eradicate from his fucked up ankle, which was not getting any better.

He was involuntarily on bedrest. In the coldest room, wearing nothing but a t shirt and some sweatpants, huddled under a sheet.

Some bedrest.

Edward sat at his desk that was hanging onto it's hope. Paint heavily chipped, wood chunks taken out. A rickety Mac book sit on top along with some papers and a cup with pens.

A dim lamp was on the end if the desk along with a cheap camera and a ring light that lay against the back wall.

He was typing very aggressively and his face had a scowl painted on. He had a different pair if glasses one, these ones were a Navy blue with gold text. He squinted and muttered something under his breath as he clicked and clicked and clicked, filling the all to loud silence.

Bruce lay on his back, he rest his head on the pillow and one if his hands for maximum comfort.

If you could even call it that.

The other was outstretched to the ceiling, like he was reaching for a light.

He wasn't.

He was bored out of his fucking mind. So he just lay there in the half clean sheets, ankle throbbing, eyes burning, intrusive and impulsive thoughts wrack his mind at a million miles an hour.
.
.
.
"Ed." He whispered. He could barely hear himself. Edward was irresponsive, still sucked into whatever was on the screen.

"Edward."

He glanced up with a harsh stare, it slowly melting into a relaxed smile. He raised an eyebrow, urging Bruce to speak his mind.

"Give me some paper"
.
.
.

"And a pen."

"And what do we say?"

Bruce looked awestruck at him, he was getting treated like a child. "No. You're not doing that, shit to me."

"C'monnn, what's the magic word."

Bruce met eddys eyes in an intense glare. They kept up til finally Bruce cracked.

"Please." It was barely intelligible.

"What was that?"

Bruce groaned and flopped back down onto the mattress, springs squeak under the weight.

"Please." He choked out, he was humiliated, embarrassed, all of those big words.

"Good boy."

The ravens eyes widened and his cheeks flushed red, he buried his face in his hands, and buried those in the pillow. He winced from the pain of his ankle grazing the sheets, which were very pulled off of Bruce from a specific someone.

The crisp air hit bruces legs and goosebumps came quick. His ankle burned from the air contact. Bruce groaned into his hands, trying to muffle his pain.

How he has never hurt this bad he has no idea, but it. is.

Bad.

Edward pulled on his shoulder trying to get him to turn back over, to unbury himself from vulnerability.

His biggest fear.

He finally turned, hands still covering his face. Index ingers rubbing aggressively at his eyes, which were bloodshot now from irritation.

Ed moved his hands away from his face, red still very present, heavy breathing.

He held his face in between his hands, his face was rough feeling, stubble starting to appear from a lack of shaving.

"You like it when I call you a good boy?"

Bruce squirmed under the smaller man, his eyes shift focus to the wall again rather then the guy on top of him.

"Get"

He caught his breath.

"Off"

"N"

"O"

Edward got in his ear. "My space remember, I can do whatever. I. Please."

Bruce clenched his eyes closed and got goosebumps again, not just from the cold.

He whispered again "here's your pen, and paper dear. What do you say."

Bruce looked back at him, this time saving the struggle.

"Thank.....you."

The blonde stood up and started walking over to his desk. "You're very welcome."

Bruce sat up, propping a pillow against the wall, he yanked the sheet over him and started to write.

_
(707 words)