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Macbeth and Banquo were tired and in need of some strong relief after the battle waves of the thane of Cawdor and then the Norwegians. They had come across some witches that had shared some strange information, which is when Macbeth found that the information was the future after Angus and Ross had mentioned that he was to be the thane of Cawdor. Macbeth and Banquo had finally gotten away from king Duncan and heading to Macbeths chamber for some much needed relaxation, supposedly.
The stress had gotten to them both and thankfully lady Macbeth had gone to stay with lady macduff to keep her company during the war. Macduff was tasked with keeping the kings castle safe while he was leading the battalion so lady Macduff was quite lonely.
“Perfect” thought Macbeth he was quite excited for this ‘quality time’ with Banquo
Marrying lady Macbeth was only a necessity, she knew about his love for Banquo and he knew about her love for lady Macduff so they agreed, they were only married formally but were allowed any lovers separately.
Macbeth and Banquo had finally made it to Macbeths chambers, “after you,” he grunted attempting to play it super cool as Banquo leaned down close and whispered
“thank you, beta” he growled. Macbeths breathing quickened as he flushed
“w-what n-no I’m not a b-beta, I don’t even like you!” He stammered like the good tsundere he is.
Banquo chuckled as he walked into Macbeths chambers beckoning for him to follow, “what did you want to do doll?”
“D-don’t call me d-doll”
“I’ll call you whatever I want baby”
“I- I don’t even like you or anything hmph~”
“My little tsundere~”
“I-I’m not a t-tsundere”
“Mhm~”
Macbeth sighed, obviously he was a tsundere but Banquo couldn’t know that, although he did seem quite into this which confused Macbeth. Macbeth looked down at the floor but something caught his eye- why were Banquo’s trousers rising, “o-okay master” Macbeth looked for a reaction which he got from Banquo as a stuttered breath, “I- I guess I am a tsundere, but I still don’t like you!” He iswhimpered as his own tent formed in his trousers. He cleared his throat. “Uhm heh-“ he walked over to Banquo and Banquo pulled him in close pushing his lips to Macbeths, Macbeth whimpered as he shut his eyes and felt Banquo’s tongue run over his lips, Macbeth parted them as Banquo explored his mouth, “mmmf” Macbeth moaned, they pulled apart, Banquo grinned and pecked a kiss in Macbeths nose as Macbeth went bright red and hid his face in the crook of Banquo’s neck.