𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕕 || Jschlatt x Quackity || BL +18 ((HIATUS))

𝟙. 𝐓𝐨́𝐱𝐢𝐜𝐨

It was an exhausting day, not even the most productive for the little Quackity. He was relaxing in Jschlatt's house as his own and letting leave all the stress out of his body.

ーWhat are you doing here?ー Asked the horned one.

ーNothing, it's so hot outside that I didn't want to burn or some shit like that. Also, I don't have that much of work right nowー The latino answered while opening a can of soda.

ーI don't fucking care, just leave already. I'm busyー

Since when did Jschaltt started acting so rude with him? Not only this time, but it's been a while since they got some kind of distancing relationship. The black haired boy softly sighed, he still remembered all the cute shit that happened when they were together, more like, when they were actually happy; like that time when they were trying to figure out some kind of "lovebirds" nicknames for each other; even though, they didn't found something special. "Guapito" and "Flatty Patty" was all they had, more like a joke than nothing.

ーWhy do you want me to leave? You can do your things while I'm-- ー

ーFine, I'm leaving thenー

ーWhat? No! Stop it, do you actually need to go or it's because I'm here?ー

ーIt's none of your business ー

ー...Fuck, wh--? Why are you acting like that? I didn't do anything!ー

ーYou're laying here doing nothing while I'm trying to focus on my own shit, you are the stupid problemー

ーWha.. You know what? If you are going to talk to me like that, then-- yeah! I'm leaving. Enjoy your work, asshole!ー

This was not the first discussion they have, it happens all the time. But somehow, they didn't care that much to think in ending all this situation; breaking up wasn't an option in their minds. And so, Quackity left the house, furious. Why did these things keep happening? Sometimes he thought that he was the only one who actually was feeling bad, it's like they've love each other so much that... it was deciduous now.

But since when this started happening?

The dark haired was running to his own house, even being that mad, the last thing he needs is to be attacked by zombies, skeletons, spiders or that silent green living bombs of time: creepers. Taking a sip of his soda, finally he arrived home and took a seat in the sofa. This time he was sure there's nothing he can be blamed on, it was just Jschlatt acting strange again; he knows that the job of a president can be really stressful, but that's not a reason that instantly let you treat people like shit.

He did know that, so that doesn't make him feel guilty of that. Although, of course, there was no way it would not affect him in any case; he loved Jschlatt with all his heart, but was it worth it enduring all this basophy for him? Quackity didn't want to leave him, but what if there's nothing he could save? Like, what if all the time they spent together was for nothing? Looking to what they had, soon he started letting his pain outside. The small salty drops escaped; his tears, piled up in his eyes and eventually came down his cheeks once the boy blinked. 

As for the horned one, since Alex left his house, he just let out part of his rage by breaking a keyboard. Why this anger doesn't disappear? It's been so long when all of this shit started affecting him, was it the alcohol? He didn't know, but the sour of all his favorite drinks can't be the problem. Quackity, for him, was the only one making all this situation worse; all he can see in his lover right now were his flaws, how could he love such a desperating man? Hating everything about him, why do they keep being together? Somehow, the brown haired still didn't wanted to throw him out yet. It just affected his ego to back off with someone, or that's the explanation he has for himself.

Anyway, he didn't even worried for his boyfriend; he just keep up with all the rest of documents he had to check for approbation, that was all his priority.

About 3 hours passed, in which the dark-haired devoted himself to evaluate his situation. He hadn't even received the slightest bit of attention from the contrary in all this time.. Jschlatt was not like that before, he was considerate and, although somewhat of a bastard, he was very attentive to him. The time they spent together was not interference with their work either, every simple second next to the goat man, felt like damn magic. The kisses, the touch, even in the bad times; they were there for each other.

But if the latino has to choose, then it was time to end. He deserves better, right?

The petite man took his phone and searched for Jschlatt's contact, just to send him a message.

>Since u are so worried, yes. I get to home safely.

>We need to talk.

>Call me when u|

The flashing line that naturally shows you where your writing is, was suddenly interfered with by a call. Surprisingly, it was Jschlatt, but what it wasn't a surprise was to hear him slurring words as Quackity answered.

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To be continued..

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I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, almost 1000 words. I'll continue if I see a good welcome to this. Thank you.