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Light blue, almost pupil-less eyes slowly opened to the dim morning light that filtered in through the mostly drawn curtains of the room. Pale lavender hair fell down small, frail, shoulders. A small hand came up and lightly rubbed the sleep from those beautiful eyes. The other hand had a thick cuff around the wrist, padding on the inside to protect the already bruised skin. Genesis Angeline was always bruised somewhere. As he shifted his hand he winced as the chain made noise. He always tried to make as little noise in the mornings as possible. Not because he was worried about waking up a partner, but because he wished to delay the inevitable. He knew that as soon as Damien knew he was awake, the red head would be in the room to unlock the cuff and begin the days torment.

As he slowly sat up he felt a wave of dizziness and nausea sweep over him. He shuddered and put his head in his hands for a moment. He knew he was sick, he had been getting sick for awhile now. It was a wonder he'd managed to keep it from Damien. He didn't know if he'd be punished or not for getting sick, and he didn't want to find out, not when he felt like this. He shifted to get up and get some underwear, as he usually did in the mornings, but as his foot hit the ground the nausea got worse and he merely sunk back under the sheets, forgetting getting up and dressed or anything. He didn't even realize he had a fever now. He glanced at the glowing alarm clock, he was usually up and moving around by now, Damien would be in any minute to check on him. He tried to will himself to move, to get up and get dressed, as well as he could being chained by the wrist to the bed, but he couldn't he felt worse every time and finally gave up with a soft sigh of disappointment.

He stayed in the bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. When he was a child he was always getting sick or hurt easily. His body just didn't have the resistances it needed, and apparently it still didn't. He found himself wishing his mom was here and was worriedly taking care of him. He wanted the feel of her gentle touch, to see her soft blond tresses, and cool blue eyes. He wanted his dad to come into his room and tell him that he'd be just fine, he just needed some rest, and when he was better they'd get ice cream. He tugged the covers around him better as he began to feel terribly cold, despite the fact that the covers were thick, and should be able to keep him warm.

The pale haired youth barely noticed as Damien came into the bedroom. He only noticed when he felt fingers that felt cool on his skin, running over his hot skin. He looked up at the other blearily. His brow furrowed slightly in confusion. Get out? No, he didn't have the energy to do such a thing, let alone the knowledge of picking a lock. He found himself flinching at the other's raised voice, which not only frightened him, but made his head ache. "I didn't" he murmured faintly, his usually musical voice shaky and strained, trying to remain calm before his defense reflexes kicked in and he became little more than a frightened kitten. He took in a shuddering breath and felt himself drifting back towards sleep. He murmured a few more things, but the only understandable things were 'sick', 'happen all the time, and 'I'll be fine'.

He curled into the covers shivering, he felt absolutely awful and he couldn't understand what the other meant, he had only seen the key when Damien let him out, and he was completely inept at finding things that he wasn't meant to find. "Mmay I..." a shaky breath "have some..water?" he asked softly, blearily opening his eyes he couldn't remember closing and looking up at Damien. He couldn't deny that a part of him wanted to be taken care of, but the rest of him didn't want to trouble Damien more than he had too. Especially since he was sure this wouldn't last the whole day. He would feel terrible for a few hours then steadily start to get better. It was how it always went. He got sick easily, but he got well fast.

Genesis felt a pang in his heart at the vicious look he received from the other, but instead of bursting out in tears like he often did, his lower lip merely trembled a little. He was surprised when Damien actually went to get the water, although he was sure something, he didn't know what, but something bad was going to come from his asking. When the other came back, the small young man tried his best to sit up, and then his effort was wasted as water came down on him, he cringed and his hands moved slightly, as if to block the water from his face, his lovely eyes squeezed shut, his hands didn't get up fast enough and before Genesis knew it he was drenched.

He was teary eyed as the other unlocked him and left. He was shaking, cold water was the last thing he needed. If he hadn't been expecting something awful he might've been sent into shock, since cold water often did that to people with fevers. Shivering he crawled out from under the wet blankets, he nearly collapsed on the ground as his weight was set on his feet. He slowly sank to the ground and brought his knees to his chest, placing his little nose in between his knees and shivering, his skin blotchy as it rebelled against the cold water and the air-conditioning.

He didn't know when he started crying but before he knew it warm tears were trailing down his knees and legs. He didn't know why Damien didn't trust him, he didn't understand anything Damien did at that. He'd only lied to Damien once, and it hadn't been very big. He'd merely said that he was from the city, though he wasn't. He didn't know why he'd been embarrassed about being from a small town, but for some reason he had been.

His tears stopped soon though, as he told himself repeatedly that it was no use crying about it, and he slowly forced himself to his feet, steadying himself with one hand on the bed. He noticed now there was still a little water in the glass. Carefully he lifted it and took a sip, all he could force down his aching throat. Taking a breath he moved to the dresser and pulled out underwear and his warmest outfit, long sleeved tunic that fell to his thighs, and knee high stockings.

Genesis froze as he heard voices outside the door. He backed slowly away from it, silently, curling into a ball in a corner, eyes wide, lips sealed as he remained absolutely silent. He began breathing again as he heard the maid move away from the door. However he didn't move. His pulse pounded in his head and he was shaking as he kept himself curled in. He was teary eyed again, he couldn't handle all this stress in his weakened state.

It wasn't too long before he heard the maid saying her goodbyes, he didn't move until he heard the sound of the front door shutting. He finally relaxed a little, the danger was passed, maybe he'd get through the morning without anymore punishments. Although he was sure he wouldn't. His usually optimistic attitude was gone right now, his morning had started very unpleasantly, and his days were usually just as unpleasant. It was painful when he heard the other's 'friendly voice' the teasing, gentle man he'd met in the club.

Genesis had shifted into a slightly more comfortable position, arms wrapped around his knees, covering the skin that was bare between his tunic and stockings. He shifted just a little and looked up as he heard someone unlocking the door and coming in. "She startled me" he said softly, voice slightly quieter than usual but still somewhat melodic, "I panicked." Carefully he rose to his feet, smoothing out his tunic and stockings before combing elegant, slim, fingers through his hair.

Slightly more at ease he moved to the bed, gliding silently by Damien, and removed the soaked sheets, considering it his fault they were a mess, although it wasn't. He felt his stomach churn at the smell of food, and he was sure that a churning stomach when he was sick was not good, he didn't need to clean up any more messes because he was sick this day. As he pressed his fingers into the mattress he was pleased to discover that the water hadn't soaked down into it.

That made everything that much simpler. "Do you have to work today?" he asked softly "It's lonely when you're not here..." Genesis was a people person, and being locked up in the penthouse night and day was incredibly lonely for the pale haired man.

Genesis couldn't stop the relieved smile from rising to his tired face as he heard the other wouldn't be going to do any work. Even though he knew that it just opened up more opportunities for him to be punished, he would rather be hurt and have Damien nearby than be alone and safe. As he turned to face Damien his small but graceful hands took the plate "Thank you" he said softly. He sat down on the stripped bed, setting the plate in his lap as he looked up at Damien, the object of his affections.

"Just a few hours?" he asked to confirm, smiling just a little "I suppose I can survive a few hours alone" he said softly. He smiled a little again, nibbling on a pickle, figuring that since Damien had gone through the trouble of making him something he ought to eat it. As he nibbled though he felt his stomach, despite being uneasy, make it's emptiness known to him, not loudly, but he could feel it's irritated grumbling at the timid nibbling. Hoping he wouldn't regret it later he took a bite of the sandwich.

He chewed and swallowed before he said anything "I think you've mastered the sandwich" he teased softly, knowing Damien was rather inept at cooking. He had been shocked at the discovering, and had immediately set himself to making sure the other had home cooked meals every night that he was there to eat. Genesis loved cooking. "Have you eaten or do you want me to make you something?" he asked softly, although he wasn't sure he could handle it, he knew it was best to maintain an atmosphere of normalcy after the encounter with the water glass.