The meeting Pt.3
#3 of The Meeting
"Morning, Nix" the wolf said as he got to the kitchen. The bags under his eyes were worse than ever. The shift had only lasted 5 hours, but it was the fourth time on the week he did extra hours. Not to mention he had barely slept last night. "Morning, Will" her voice sounded bitter. "Something wrong?" he asked as he got out a huge cup from the cupboard and fixed himself some coffee. "Nope." "Ok, then." he sat in front of hear, on the chair that had been recently left free by Julian. "Geez, I had an awful shift. Goddamn Mark gave Mrs.Jenkins the wrong treatment while I was gone, and when I got there she was in an awful state. We had to diagnose her all over again, and fix up the mess that asshole had left." Nix didn't answer, she was very angry at him. "Hey, something's definitely wrong. What's the matter?" he backed up a bit when Nix gave him a fierce look. "It's Julian, Will. How dare you play with him?" her voice was low, but her message was strong. "Did you just save him so you could fuck him? What the hell is wrong with you, Will? Messing up with a young boy that has nowhere to turn...you really are a sick bastard" "What the hell are you talking about? I care for that boy, Nix, I really do! I want him to be happy and healthy, I want him to smile! How dare you say I want to hurt him?" He shook his head and sighed. "I guess you'll find it hard to believe, Nix, but I really..." "I know you, Will. I know what you do to people. I know you only want sex, and then you just dispose of them!" Willis stood up in anger. "This time it's different,Nix.... I love him! So will you please shut your mouth and stop talking nonsense?!" Now it was Nix's turn to back up in disbelief, was the wolf really talking about love? "Where's Julian?" his voice made it clear it was more of a command than a question. "He's taking a shower..." her voice was barely a whisper. "Let him be, Will" But it was too late for Willis to hear her, he had already turned and was rushing towards the bathroom. He was so angry at the vixen, how could she say that about him? He knew it was mostly his fault, which made him angrier. She had every reason to think that of him, for he had played with her heartlessly. He had used her for sex, but she had always known it was just a game for him, and she had agreed. She knew he fucked every single nurse that was younger than his mother, and she probably knew he had sex with every gay workmate. But Julian was different from everyone else, he wasn't a toy for him. That fox made him happy, he made his heart pound with joy, he made loosing a night's sleep worth it, even if it was just talking. Julian made him complete...and there was Nix, saying he was just playing! How could she?! What the hell did she know? And most of all,what had she said to Julian? His hand trembled with anger as he turned the door knob. He opened the door and went inside the vapor-filled bathroom. "Julian?" he heard no answer. "Julian, I need to talk to you..." Still nothing, he knew for sure that Nix had told the boy something, but he didn't know what. "Please, sweetie, I really need to talk to you...." He knew the fox could hear him, and he could see his silhouette through the shower's curtains. Willis stood still for a while, hoping Julian would just say something, anything. But no word came out. If he didn't want to listen to him, he would have to act. Still wearing his white lab coat, he went inside the shower. Julian turned his back on him, the hot water pouring over his back. Willis took a step forward and hugged him tightly, wrapping his arms around his chest and holding him close. "Julian..." he started. The fox struggled against him, but he kept holding him. "Julian, what's wrong?." Willis get his grip steady, but he was careful not to apply force, and he made sure he only touched his chest, keeping his lower body away. He was trying to make it clear that there was no lust on his actions. "Come on, sweetie, talk to me" His clothes were soaking, getting stuck on his fur. Julian didn't turn around, nor did he give any answer. "Julian, please, don't do this to me" Willis voice shook, he was scared. Something on his gut told him this might be the end of everything. "Julian..." his voice was know only a whisper on the fox's ear. He relaxed his grip, there was no use on fighting or struggling. "...I love you." Julian stood frozen, his body trembling under the hot pouring water. "Please..." said Willis, as he turned the fox around, as gently as he could. Julian kept his gaze focused on the floor, but he could see the fox's eyes were swollen and red; he had been crying. Willis extended his hand, shaking uncontrollably, and gently caressed Julian's cheek. "Let's get out of here and talk about it, alright, love?" He offered him his hand, and the fox took it. They got out of the shower, Julian still hadn't said a word, and his gaze was absent. Willis got some towels and proceeded to dry him gently, starting with his head, then his shoulders and chest. He tried to show Julian that his goal wasn't sex, so he kept a distance and kept drying him, with the same care and intentions with which you dry a baby. He didn't even bother with drying up himself, instead he just unbuttoned his robe and left it on top of the drawers. His shirt and pants were soaking, but he didn't care. His goal now was to speak with Julian, and to get things cleared out. "I'll go get you some clothes, Julian. Wait for me, okay?" The fox nodded absently, and Willis rushed to his room, got some clothes, and the hurried back to the bathroom. Julian took the shirt and pants and dressed by himself, without saying a word. "Let's go to the rooftop, and talk about all of this, alright?" he said, his voice had stopped trembling now that Julian was cooperating. He offered him his hand, the fox lifted his gaze, eyes still red and teary, and took it. They walked out of the apartment and went up the stairs to the rooftop. The building was 18 stories high, and the view was nice and open. They sat on the floor, with their backs facing the sun, and Willis started: "I don't know what Nix told you, but I can imagine...I think I owe you an apology, Julian. I should've been more sincere with you from the start...But I love you, I really do, and if I didn't tell you about my past, it was because I was afraid to loose you." "She told me you're just a goddamn playboy." Julian said. There wasn't a trace of anger on his voice, only disappointment. The wolf sighed. "I was, Julian, I was. But I'm not one anymore." "How can I believe you, Will?" "I've got no way to prove it, but...I love you, Julian, and I would never lie to you. I know you might think that's just an empty lie, but I can assure you, you are the first person I've ever said that to." he looked at Julian dearly. He was being honest, but he could tell by Julian's body language that he didn't believe him. "I'll tell you something nobody knows, not even Nix...It's a long story, but I guess it'll help you understand." he paused for a moment. "I wasn't born a playboy, in fact, when I was a teenager I was just shy, responsible kid whose only dream was to get married and have children. I could picture myself with a bunch of toddlers, caring for them and for my wife. It really is no surprise I'm working to become a pediatrician, really. Anyway, when I started my first year at Med School, I was just a small kid, I had been single all my life...Heck, I had never kissed a girl! Girls seemed to avoid me, honestly, they weren't looking for a guy who was already thinking about marriage. That was until I met her..." Willis became silent, it was really hard for him to talk about her. Julian stared at him intently and placed his hand on Will's arm, propping him to continue. His touch gave him strenght. "Her name was Magendie, she was a doing a Psychology mayor when we met. Geez, I can still remember every detail from when we first met...She was almost five years older than me; a strong, serious woman who really meant business. She didn't run away from me...we were much like two drops of water, and so we started going out. In no time I had fallen for her, she was everything I had ever dreamt of! Our relationship was solid, I could picture us getting married...A year later we started living together and making all kinds of plans. Traveling, houses, pets, kids, projects...you name it. It seemed that my dream was slowly becoming reality. I couldn't be happier..." Willis paused again, but this time it took him more time to continue. He clutched his fists and gulped. "One day, I got home late from college. I had been working on some research with a teacher. I remember I was about to pass out from fatigue when I took the subway, but the thought of getting home to her was enough to make me strong." Willis eyes had become red and swollen. "I got to our apartment and opened the door. There, on the living room, on the very couch I had worked a whole summer to buy....there she was, fucking my best friend and three other guys in some sort of goddamn orgy!" Willis started sobbing uncontrollably, tears running down his cheeks like copious rain. His chest hurt him, and hi was having a hard time breathing; the sole memory made him feel like passing out. Yet, he continued with his story in between weeps. "I went berserk and shouted everybody out. Maggie just stood in front of me, completely naked, her chest full of cum....I fell on my knees, asking why, why had she done that? what had I done wrong? She just shouted at me, telling me I was just a worthless little idiot, a jerk that didn't know how to treat a woman. She kept yelling, walking around the room in anger. She kept saying I was an asshole, that I didn't give her time nor pleasure, that I didn't care for her, that I was just a cold bastard. She started hitting me with the leash she still had on her hand, shouting 'You're not a real man, you are just a worthless scumbag! You'll never be man!' She grabbed the table lamp and threw it on my back, as she kept shouting and shouting. Then she stopped for a second, and said 'I've been cheating on you since the very first moment. You never noticed because you're never home. I never loved you.'" Willis sobbed harder, the tears running down his neck, his face puckered in pain. "Then she literally kicked me out of our home....she just left me on the corridor as I whimpered. My chest was lacerated and bleeding, but that didn't matter. My heart was shattered. I was lost." Julian hugged him, and they became silent for almost half an hour. "I was really lost...she was the only thing I ever had. I had no family nor friends to turn to...I was raised by my uncle, but he died when I got into college...I lost the year after that. It took me a lot of time to get back on my feet...but I had grown bitter. I hate everyone, Med School was the only thing I cared for...I became the top student, and suddenly girls started to look for me. They kept asking me out, at the start I didn't listen to them, I honestly wished they were dead...but then...then...I realised I could vent with them. They would let me play with them; they became my toys..." he stopped and held Julian's hand on his. "I never fell in love again...till I met you" he held him tighter. "Geez, when I saw you laying unconscious on the ground, I suddenly cared...I wanted to save you, it was not the same thing I feel with patients, no...I cared beyond your physical health...I knelt down and got your vitals, I was scared to death when I noticed how ill you were. In no time I was on a cab, rushing towards the hospital. I was way too anxious to treat you myself, so I got Mark to diagnose you....Oh man, how did they shout at me when I told them I didn't know who you were! I told them I'd take care of you, only then did they finally hurry and make the emergency surgery. I brought you home afterwards, and man, was I happy the first time you woke up! You probably don't remember, but you threw up the moment you opened you eyes." Willis was smiling now. He chuckled and caressed the fox's cheek. "I took care of the mess, and got you water....you barely uttered a thank you and then passed out again. It was like that the first couple of days, you would wake up, puke, say something, and then fall asleep. But you were getting stronger, and each time your eyes opened, I felt so happy I could barely sit still. I spent every free moment I had by your side, you would only blabber and talk nonsense, but sometimes you managed to speak to me. You told me you had nowhere to go to, and you kept asking me when would the pain stop. Sometimes I had to leave while you were awake, and you would just whimper and ask me to stay. It's been only a month since I rescued you, but believe me: I've never been happier."
Julian's eyes were waterlogged as he turned his body and kissed Willis lips lightly.