Pressing his lips together (so that he didn\'t retort, "Yeah, how \'bout we just go do that?" insolently), Dominic nodded his head and leaned down to wrap an arm around Michael\'s back. He was far stronger than his boyfriend, so he lifted him to his feet with minimal effort and supported him out of the living room and towards their bedroom.
Despite the questions that were asked of him, Dom didn\'t respond, telling Michael he would tell him soon if he was asked again as they walked. He didn\'t really know what to sy or how to phrase it, truth be told, and now that his misdemeanours had come back to haunt him, he was deathly afraid of how what he\'d done would affect his lover. He\'d never intended to hurt the one he cared about by sleeping with vampires, it was just an itch he hadn\'t been able to satisfy, he\'d never meant it to interfere with their lives as a couple.
Now he saw how stupid and naive that ideal had been and he thoroughly regretted the horrific way it had all come crashing in on him.
He stopped halfway down the hall and stripped in the laundry - as he was supposed to do when his clothes were particularly filthy - hastily returning to Michael as quickly as possible. When he did, he found he couldn\'t meet his gaze steadily, kept looking at his nose when he spoke, in fact, and his words sounded like they\'d been dredged from the deepest, darkest pit of misery buried deep within himself that he could find.
"I\'m sorry. I\'m so sorry he hurt you, I... didn\'t expect this to happen, he... he\'s someone I\'ve known for a, uh... long time now. Uh... he was my first... um... sexual experience and... my first vampire," he said quietly, swallowing soundly at the confession.