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Micheal came out of nowhere. One moment he wasn’t there, and then the next he was plastered to Craig’s side. It made something ugly and green claw at Tweek’s chest and he hated how it felt. He was never a possessive person until now. It would consume him every time he saw Micheal and Craig together. Which happened a little too often nowadays.
It was aggravating to see how Micheal would toss his head back in laughter at whatever Craig had told him. Craig was never that fucking funny, so he didn’t get why Micheal would respond in such an exaggerating matter.
When Micheal tried to glide his hand down Craig’s arm, Tweek couldn’t help it. He slapped his hand away with a molten glare. As if he was going to let some loser touch what was his. Fat fucking chance. “Honey?” Craig questioned in concern. “Why’d you hit Micheal?”
Micheal gave Craig a pained look, as if that little smack had broken his wrist. Pathetic as hell if you asked Tweek. “Did I do something wrong, Tweek?” Micheal innocently asked.
Tweek sneered in distaste, “yeah, you sure as hell did. Don’t touch what’s mine.” He wrapped his arm around Craig’s waist and pulled him closer. “This is mine.”
“I don’t think you can own a person.” Micheal didn’t back down, and that set Tweek off.
Tweek clicked his tongue in disagreement. He pulled Craig down for a long kiss. He nipped at Craig’s lips which in turn caused the taller boy to whimper. When he pulled away he sent Micheal a shit-eating smirk. “Mine.” It felt so satisfying seeing Micheal fuming.
“Babe…” Craig whined dazed and smitten. He licked his lips with want. Tweek felt even better knowing that he was the only one that could make Craig look like that.
Of course that didn’t stop Micheal. He just didn’t get the hint. He’d flutter his eyelashes up at Craig trying to seduce him. Tweek on the other hand wanted to smash his head into the nearest locker. He’d shake with rage beside Craig. He really tried to push down the jealousy he felt. He knew jealousy was an ugly emotion, but damn Micheal just didn’t get the fucking hint. He was begging for Tweek to slap him silly. Tweek would do it too, gladly. He’d jump with joy, and thank the stars for such an amazing opportunity.
Micheal again was laughing at something Craig said, and Craig to his defense looked confused as to why the other was laughing. “You’re so funny” Micheal placed his hand on Craig’s shoulder squeezing it.
“I didn’t say anything funny.” Craig’s eyes snapped to the hand on his shoulder. He tired to shake the hand off, but Micheal just slid it down so that he was now squeezing his forearm.
“Wow you’re sooo strong.” Micheal swooned. Tweek’s jaw clenched in anger. The molten white furry he felt before was worse. He shoved Micheal away, and the other boy almost lost his balance. Tweek wished he would have taken a tumble, preferably down a flight of stairs. Instead he looked at Tweek in shock.
Tweek didn’t bother with a response, he grabbed Craig’s hand and dragged him to the nearest bathroom.
“Whoa, babe slow down.” Tweek shoved Craig into the nearest empty stall. He locked it behind him. Then he turned to Craig glaring at him.
“I hate when he touches you, who the hell does he think he is?” Tweek explodes in the small stall. “Why doesn’t he get it that you’re mine. All mine.”
Somehow Tweek switched there positions, so now he’s pressing Craig up against the door wrapping his arms around his neck. He kisses him harshly trying to show just upset he is. He doesn’t give Craig time to react before he’s prying his lips open. Craig closes his eyes with a whimper of want. Tweek drinks it in, only he can do this. He breaks the kiss away when he needs to come up for air. Like before Craig has a dazed look over his eyes and his lips are parted begging for more. He tries to follow Tweek’s lips but Tweek moves away to stare at his love sicken expression. Tweek’s smile is sickening in the best way possible, it’s one filled with want and need.
“Honey.” Craig whines in displeasure, that is until Tweek starts kissing down his jaw. When he reaches his neck the worst idea comes to mind. One that he has to follow. He sucks on the sensitive skin of Craig’s neck. The other moans softly, and presses himself closer to Tweek. He wants to be suffocated with Tweek’s emotions, until the only thing he can think about is the blond. When Tweek pulls away, he makes sure to admire his work of art. Now Craig has various hickies adorning his neck. The ugly possessive feeling that Tweek had been feeling finally subsides.
He hums happily, “you look so pretty like this.” He presses his finger tips gently onto one of the hickies. Now everyone will know that Craig is his especially that douche Micheal.
“You’re doing this because you’re jealous?” Craig asks through labored breathes. He still looks flushed and dazed. He can’t even be mad because he basks in the attention Tweek has given him.
“I want everyone to know you’re mine, but yeah. I hate how possessive I feel.” He kisses one the hickies, “giving you these made me feel so much better.” He grins widely up at Craig.
“You’re the only one I want. Fuck Micheal. I only have eyes for you, babe.” Craig confesses quickly and then he pulls Tweek up for a slow kiss. It feels like Tweek is slipping into molasses, and he can’t help but close his eyes. He preens when he feels Craig wrap his arms around his waist to pull him closer. “You’re also mine, honey. All mine.”
“Good.”
When they exit the bathroom, everyone’s eyes land on Craig’s marked neck, and he flips them off in response. Tweek internally cheers the moment Micheal sees them. He stares at the pair. Tweek takes note that he stares especially hard at Craig’s neck. Micheal frowns deeply before he walks away from the pair. ‘The evil has been vanquished,’ Tweek thought happily as he wrapped his arms around Craig’s arm.