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It wasn't until well into the afternoon that the werewolf finally stirred, squinting from the light streaming into the room. He let out a small grunt, wondering if the fights in the pit took more of a toll on his body than he'd realized, until he tried to roll over and was stopped by the weight resting on his arm. Holy shit... No way... He thought, looking to the head of dark hair resting on his shoulder. Did he really manage to take someone home after the ring last night? Theo flushed a little, letting himself nestle between those soft cheeks, which were red and purple with bruises and bite marks. His fingertips traced along the soft skin on the man's shoulder, noticing another bite there. Man, he'd really let loose on the poor guy. Yet something about him seemed oddly familiar, but... why was it all so hazy?
He blinked a few times, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he took a look around, spotting the bed next to them. Seems they never quite made it there, he mused to himself. However, Theo's amusement quickly fell away once he realized that this wasn't his room. Where the hell was he? He shifted carefully, looking around the rest of the room, which looked utterly trashed, yet completely familiar. And then suddenly it all started to come back to him as he glanced to the nightstand, remembering the way he had thrown Mathian onto it... once the warlock could no longer use his legs. Theo's breath hitched and he immediately turned back to the man laying in his arms. No way... No fucking way- His heart began to race as he reached for the dark head of hair, brushing the locks away from the sleeping warlock's face. "Shit!" Theo gasped once he laid eyes on his partner, abruptly slipping out from under him and jumping to his feet.
Sucking in a few shaky breaths, Theo quickly scrambled to find something to cover himself with, grabbing a shirt -he wasn't sure who's- and holding it over his groin as he stared down at the warlock with a slightly horrified look. This wasn't happening.... This didn't really happen. He did not just sleep with his partner, with Mathian, the witch that was the bane of his existence since joining the militia. Theo just stood there, frozen as he awkwardly held a shirt to cover his privates, knowing that the warlock was likely already awake with the way Theo had let his head drop to the hardwood floor like that.