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“Alexander, please. Mi vida-“
“Don’t fucking call me that.” Alexander spat, stomping around the room and shoving bits of clothes into a suitcase. He was fed up. How could his husband of all people do this to him?
Abigor had cheated in every sense of the word except emotionally. Sure, it was for a stupid mission to procure some intel, but it still stung. How dare he?
“Please, my love- It meant nothing. Nothing. It was strictly for a distraction to gather information.” He begged, watching as Alexander packed away his things hastily as if he were leaving for a while.
“Ya know, I maybe could understand you hooking up with that no-good don for intel if you had told me. But no, you just went ahead and did it.” Alexander turned on heel and backed Abigor up against the wall of their bedroom, his eyes piercing and full of rage and betrayal. Abigor hesitantly reached out to cup his husband’s face, only for his hand to be smacked away angrily.
“Alex, please understand. It meant absolutely nothing. Please don’t leave me. I-It won’t ever happen again. I swear to you.”
Alexander glared at him and huffed, turning away to zip up his suitcase. He could barely even stomach looking at Abigor right now, let alone forgive him. Wrenching the suitcase up from the bed, Alexander stormed past Abigor and out into the common area of their penthouse. Abigor rushed after him, tears of regret beginning to pool in his eyes. When he reached Alexander, he grabbed the man by the shoulders to stop him. Alexander whipped around and shoved Abigor off of him and to the ground with a snarl.
“Get your hands off of me! You’re-You’re lucky I don’t leave your ass right now!!”
With that Alexander walked out of their room, slamming the door behind him and leaving Abigor to weep.
-
Alexander dragged his suitcase through the halls, angrily shoving past people and shooting anyone daggers with his eyes who dared to challenge him. The monotone walls seemed to rub off on Alexander, his bright and mischievous self slowly ebbing away to something sadder.
Stepping into the elevator, Alexander broke down. Fat tears streamed down the apples of his cheeks, falling to the ground or his sweater. He sobbed into his palms as flashes of Abigor flicked through his mind. The only man he’d ever truly loved betraying him broke his heart.
As he began to wail to himself, the elevator doors opened with a soft ‘shh’.
“Alex?” A familiar voice called to him. He looked up at the person through his translucent lashes that were flecked with soft, unshed tears. He let out a sigh of relief, almost like that of a sob, when he saw Aabha. Her hazel eyes showed nothing but love and concern for the man.
“What happened, honey? Wh-Where are you going at this time of night?” She asked, resting a her hand upon his cheek tenderly.
“Away. I-I… maybe.. I don’t know, Aabha!” Alexander sobbed out and fell into the woman’s arms. He buried his face into her neck as he wailed his heart out, his soul hurting. Aabha’s grip on him tightened without hesitation, her hand threading into Alexander’s hair at the back of his head and holding him against her chest.
“How about you come to my room, dear? I wouldn’t feel good letting you leave this late.” She cooed softly to him, her voice like silk and honey to Alexander’s aching heart. He nodded frantically and clung to her the entire way to her room.
-
Aabha was able to calm Alexander enough for him to tell her what was troubling.
“He did WHAT?! Without.. telling you- oh that bastard.” Aabha clenched her fists just at the thought of Abigor doing something so foolish and idiotic. She ran a hand over Alexander’s back soothingly, resting her head on top of his. “So, what are you going to do? I’d… hate for this to be the reason you two split. Did he at least say sorry?”
“Did he? Tuh…” He trailed off, remembering Abigor’s tearful apologizes falling from his lips. “It was all he could say. ‘Mi vida’ this and ‘Please forgive me’ that…”
A pause.
“Is it bad I just want to go run back to him…?”
“No,” Aabha shook her head, “I don’t think so, honey. It’s up to you what you do now.” Aabha gave Alexander a big hug, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple and rocking him.
“And you can stay here while you decide, dear.” She smiled. Alexander returned the smile with his own sad, half-hearted one.
“Thank you, Aabha…”
-
A few days had passed since the incident and argument between Abigor and Alexander, and everyone in the base was feeling the effects of it. When Abigor or Alexander was upset, the entire base’s aura shifted. No one stepped out of line, and everyone steered clear of Abigor as he stormed the halls, angry at himself and from the lack of seeing his husband. The recruits had their own issues dealing with Alexander who was far from lenient with their assignments and training over the course of the week him and Abigor had been apart.
Alexander grumbled to himself while he graded papers with an iron fist with his tail angrily slapping the floor. Any little mistake was denoted by a bright red splotch from his pen alongside a hefty point deduction. His brow was furrowed so tightly that a twinge of headache was forming behind his eyes.
The door to his classroom slid open, and Alexander opened his mouth to snap.
“No, I won’t give extra credit this la- Oh… it’s you.” Alexander deadpanned as he stared at his husband who was standing in front of his desk meekly.
“Yeah… it’s me.”
“What do you want?” Alexander finally snapped, his tail flicking dangerously against the floor. Abigor flinched when Alexander raised his voice but stepped forward anyways, revealing the bouquet of flowers that was behind his back. He set them in the vase of Alexander’s desk and looked down at his husband.
After about of week of being separate from one another, Alexander was finally able to see Abigor for longer than glance. He saw how exhausted the man looked, how his hair was less than perfect, and the bag under his eyes were much bigger than normal. Even his eyes were puffy as if he’d been crying just recently. Abigor was… a mess. Alexander looked at Abigor for a long while before he picked up the vase full of flowers, examining them.
They were far from the typical apology gift. No, these were freshly cut red roses, accented with occasional black one. They were flecked with golden glitter, and there in the middle was some plastic lettering that spelled ‘I’m sorry’. The gesture itself made Alexander’s heart squeeze.
“Alexander,” Abigor broke the silence hesitantly, “My love, I am sorry beyond words. I should have never done that, ever. It doesn’t matter that it meant nothing. I truly am sorry, mi vida. You mean the entire world to me.” He reached out and grabbed Alexander’s hands in his, squeezing gently to hold Alexander’s attention. Abigor’s voice and eyes held nothing but love and remorse for what he’d done and for how he’d hurt Alexander so terribly.
“Forgive me, love.”
Alexander looked between him and their hands for a few moments before letting out a sharp sigh. His hand jutted out to snatch Abigor by the collar of his shirt and pulled the groveling man in closer for a heated kiss. It held a withering anger as Alexander held Abigor in place. The man bit his lip, hard enough to draw blood before he pulled back, shoving Abigor away gently. Abigor stumbled back a step and held his lip, his face a mix of confusion and adoration.
“Now go away. I’ve got shit to do.” Alexander grumbled,” I’ll… see you later, Abi.”
“I’ll.. see you later,” Abigor nodded slowly with wide eyes and a flushed face as he turned on heel and left his husband’s classroom, a goofy grin spreading across his face. He had his husband back.