Ash deposited Wren and Ungi onto Wren’s bed and then proceeded to inspect their injuries. The redhead turned Ungi over to Naia when the maid entered the room. Her arms were overburdened with gauze, medical tape, and medication. She dumped the supplies onto Wren’s bed and then proceeded to treating the wounds on the imp’s feet.

With Ungi being taken care of, Ash focused his undivided attention on Wren. The redhead’s eyes glowed with an angry fire as he inspected the bite on Wren’s forearm, but he breathed a sigh as if to get his anger under control, and then focused on the task of cleaning and applying medicine to the wound. Wren gritted his teeth and bore the pain of the redhead’s attention, but having the wound cleaned and wrapped did hurt immensely.

Ash had just finished wrapping his forearm when Naia turned to Ash.

“Ungi’s wounds are taken care of, Master Ash. Will there be anything else you require?”

Wren looked over at Ungi. The imp’s feet were bandaged. Naia had picked several shards from his feet and made sure the wounds were clean before she expertly bandaged them.

“No, that will be all.” Ash said and he reached toward the imp’s feet. His hand turned a dark shade of purple as he held it aloft over the imp’s bandaged feet. After a moment, his hand returned to normal. “Better Ungi?”

The imp nodded and signed something to Ash with one hand. Ash nodded at the imp with a smile and then turned to Naia.

“Would you put Ungi to bed and make sure he doesn’t try to do any of his duties for awhile?”

“Yes, Master Ash.” Naia said as she reached down to pick up Ungi. The imp went into her arms easily. She walked over to the door and a few moments later, it clicked shut softly behind her and Ungi.

Once they were alone, Ash turned back to Wren.

“Okay,” he said. “Take off your pants.”

Wren’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. He was on the verge of arguing with Ash, but the redhead must have predicted Wren’s reaction because he suddenly grinned.

“I need to get to the wound on your thigh.” Ash explained. “Knocker bites can be pretty nasty and we don’t want it to get infected.”

“Ah, okay.” Wren said, but he knew he had to be blushing crimson. He slowly reached to undo the button on his jeans and unzip them. He pushed the pants down past his hips. He winced when the cloth scraped against the wound, but he gritted his teeth and bore the discomfort as he lifted his hips and gingerly pushed the jeans down. Ash helped him pull his pants all the way off. Once he was sitting on the bed in just his t-shirt and underpants, he resisted the urge to cover himself with his hands. After all, he was still wears his boxer briefs.

Ash proceeded to tend to and bandage the wound on Wren’s thigh. Once he was finished, he held his hand over Wren’s arm. Wren watched as Ash’s palm turned purple. Wren hissed as he felt a warm heat take over his forearm. It wasn’t a painful heat. Rather, it stretched from the wound up Wren’s arm and then throughout his entire body before it finally dissipated, leaving a pleasant warmth in its wake.

Ash repeated the process with the wound on Wren’s leg, only the pleasant warmth spread into places that Wren would rather it didn’t. He grabbed a pillow and placed it into his lap, trying to hide his body’s reaction.

Ash smiled serenely as he suddenly pushed the excess gauze and medical tape off the bed. He crawled toward Wren, looming above him with a knowing smirk playing on his lips.

“Now, about your punishment.” Ash said.

“P-punishment?” Wren stuttered, sliding down until he was lying prone beneath Ash.

“Mmm.” Ash hummed by way of an answer. “Of course, I will take your bravery in saving Ungi into account, but there must be a punishment for leaving this room again when I distinctly told you not to.”

Ash grabbed the pillow and tossed it to the side. The redhead then reached down to tug Wren’s t-shirt up. Ash’s fingers came into contact with Wren’s bare skin. Ash slid his hand downward until his fingers touched the band of Wren’s boxer briefs. He gently drummed his fingers against Wren’s belly and then shoved his hand down the front of Wren’s boxer briefs.

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Ash pulled away and Wren looked at the larger male dazedly. Slowly, his gaze trailed down to Ash’s arousal. Wren worried his bottom lip with his teeth as he tentatively reached forward with the hand belonging to his uninjured arm, intending to reciprocate, but Ash suddenly grabbed his wrist.

The redhead released his wrist and then laced his fingers with Wren’s. He brought the back of Wren’s hand to his lips and kissed first his hand and then each of his knuckles.

“I can’t let you do that, mon petite chou. It would be unforgivable if I did because then I’d end up taking advantage of you in your wounded state.”

“You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me if I want to do it.” Wren insisted, but to his disappointment, Ash shook his head.

“No, baby, not yet.” With that, Ash pressed another quick kiss to Wren’s lips. The redhead rose to his feet and took a moment to straightened his clothes. He then walked to the door and opened it, but turned back to look at Wren. His amber eyes were warm, even gentle, as his gaze scanned Wren. “I’ll bring you something to eat. Try to get some rest in the meantime, okay?”