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"What."
"What do you mean 'what'?"
Robert loved his boyfriend, truly he did, but who could blame him for getting a little irritated after being stared at in silence for the last half hour. He'd caught the intense gaze falling onto him every now and then and brushed it off at the time, but now it was beginning to creep him out.
He sighed, spinning in his chair to face the culprit of his unease. "I mean, what do you want. You've been staring at me all day Chad." Flambae shrugged, unable to add much else to his already lacking response. "Baby, I promise I'll come hang out with you soon. I just need to get this done, okay?" The other huffed with a hesitant nod, leaving Robert to spin back around to face his computer.
He'd managed to stay unbothered for barely ten minutes before he heard the sound of their bed creaking echoing off the walls followed by footsteps making their way towards him. Robert had barely registered the noises by the time two large hands were slamming down onto his desk followed by a pair of liquid fire eyes being shoved right infront of him, blocking the screen.
"Chad?" Flambae stayed silent for a moment before resting his forehead against his own, forcing the brunet to stay trapped under the intense eye contact that had him tensing slightly. "It's been soon enough, you're done now." Robert squeezed his eyes tight to fight off the groan he'd went to let out on instinct. "Chad this is important, can you please just- woah!"
He suddenly found himself lifted off his chair and into the air with ease, the taller smirking at him with a smug expression as he marched his way to their bed, flinging his smaller frame onto the mattress before caging him under his arms.
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Robert stared up at the roof, mindlessly tangling his fingers into the long dark hair laying against his bare chest. The room was dark, leaving him to focus purely on the small noises of content his boyfriend was making at the head scratches. His eyes began to close, his hand slowing to a stop ontop the other's head. Just as the exhaustion of today was finally reaching him his hand was quickly flung back with a sharp whine, shocking him to full conciousness. "Ow Chad what the fuck! Did you just fucking bite me?"
Flambae rolled his eyes with a grin, chuckling at the pout the smaller was giving him. "Shouldn't have stopped, Mecha bitch."
-
Mondays were always the worst, civilians spamming SDN with attitude as if they were the only ones pissed to start their work week, but today's shift was pure hell on Earth, and Flambae's snarky insults weren't exactly helping.
Robert had found himself half alive in the breakroom, his third coffee of the day going cold beside him as he tried desperately to nurse his ever growing headache. A wince clawed it's way out of his throat as a certain pryokinetic kicked the door open with unneeded force causing it to slam against the wall behind it.
The brunet didn't pay him much attention at first, instead focusing on trying to relieve the tension in his neck as the room grew into background noise. He'd even managed to drown out the Z-team's loud as always arguing, a big win in his books, until he was suddenly covered in some kind of food from the refrigerator.
"That's payback, bitch." Flambae laughed with a smirk, some of the team joining him while the others just shook their heads without a word. Their relationship was relatively fresh and they'd agreed to keep it on a need-to-know basis, agreeing that any unneeded drama from their team would add far too much stress to their already shaky relationship.
The peace that came with privacy was nice, no unwanted prying eyes meant they could learn things together without fear of judgement. The downside? Privacy meant that, the time being, they'd have to keep up their little enemies act.
Usually Robert would just laugh it off or fling the food back onto the other man, but he was in no mood to entertain his boyfriend's mischief, especially when it left him reeking of two day old leftovers. Without a second thought he reached across the table to grab a spray bottle next to a potted plant, turning to the taller man swiftly and dousing him in water.
Robert swore he heard the man let out something close to a hiss as he stared daggers into him, though it did nothing to wipe him of his smug grin. He watched as the other stormed out of the room, the earlier silence now replaced with laughter at the duo's antics. Sonar quickly found a spot next to Robert, smiling ear to ear. "Bro did you hear him fucking hiss? Flambae's like, a cat or something."
The brunet nodded with a chuckle, fighting the urge to let the bat know just how true his words were.