Wrong number

8) actions have consequences

The monegasque simply walked away. He has walked to a closed off corridor away from the eyes. He wanted peace. Peace that Max wouldn't give him.

(A/N: this is inspired by a scene I read in shameless by @istanalonso pls don't come at me)

Only after a few seconds Max had followed him into the corridor. "Hey!" Max had shouted at him. Charles ignored him. The Dutchman got to this level and his rival finally turned around.

Charles was now leaned on the wall, arms crossed. "What? Again." Max didn't know exactly why he came so he couldn't answer. He simply followed him by reflexes. Which made the number 16 even more mad and annoyed than he already was. Max didn't quite know what to do so he got a bit closer while thinking of what to do.

He got even closer and was staring at Charles' face. Almost admiring it. He needed to admit it, he wasn't bad looking and he could quite enjoy a time looking at his different features. Especially his eyes. His piercing, deep green eyes. That looked like two mesmerising emeralds. How you could look through it.

"Are you gonna keep staring or..?" Charles whisper asked. You could sense a tension between the two. They just couldn't figure out what tension. "Yes." It was now silence and you could hear their heavy breathing. Max' eyes then moved down a bit. He stared at his lips for a second and an idea then came into his head.

He was still mad and annoyed by the coffee and still didn't like the monegasque. So why not destabilise him a bit? He got the bad idea to close the space between them and be soft to surprise him by biting his lips.

But that's not to kiss him though, Max thought. I just want to mess with him.

He closed his eyes and kissed him, well no it was not kissing right. Charles was too shocked to even move. He had his eyes wide open and couldn't do anything.

He was about to close them when he felt a sharp pain. It wasn't too painful. He felt it in his lips where Max's were just at the second. The Dutchman was still close to him. The monegasque was shocked to say the least. He didn't know how to feel about it and about him.
How could he? His rival had kissed him and bit him. Not softly, harshly. Did Max loved him and had weird kinks or was he just fucked up in his head?

Max's lips had just left his and he had to say he liked the feeling. He put his fingers on them, still in his own world. But it hit suddenly, Max had kissed him indeed, but it was to destabilise him. And it worked with perfection. Max slowly backed up and started walking away, proud to have messed with him perfectly. He was happy that he had done it. He had loved to mess with his rival in a new unexpected way, the Dutchman thought.

"- Wait! Don't go!

- Bye! Max had semi-yelled at him."

He had started running away and he didn't seem angry anymore. Which was weird considering how mad he was and how he annoyed him for a coffee spill. Wait is he smiling?

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Charles was walking to the hotel Alpine was staying at to see Pierre. He was still very dazzled from the kiss? and he didn't even notice for a few seconds he had arrived. He knocked on the door. The Frenchman opened the door to find his best friend there. He greeted him happily and invited him inside.

The monegasque entered the room. Pierre was getting out of the shower after a training session and finished getting ready. Charles then proposed to him to go get lunch. Pierre gladly accepted. The two of them got out of the room and walked to the hotel restaurant.