50 Shades of Capitalism

confrontation

(Y/N POV)

After Durkheim had finished he pulled Y/N onto his lap, he kissed them lovingly on the cheek and rested his forehead in the nape of their neck. Y/N asked 'Durkheim.. where are you taking me too?'. They could feel Durkheim sharply exhale with laughter and he muttered 'call me Emile. and you'll see shortly'.

The cart pulled up, and Y/N felt a lump form in their throat. They felt their stomach twist and leap inside. They were at Karl's. Durkheim grabbed Y/N and forced them out of the cart, Y/N pleaded with Durkheim to be nice. But he wasnt interested in what they had to say.

He pounded on Karls door. Karl opened the door slightly and saw Y/N's hand in Durkheims hand. Instantly, the look on his face dropped, in that moment, he couldnt even conceal the heart break that he felt. While Y/N and Karl locked eyes Durkheim shoved the door into Karl, creating an opening for his to enter into the small house.

'Karl.' Durkheim growled. 'what is it Emile? What do you want?' Karl retorted with a sigh of frustration infused with dissapointment. 'Y/N is mine. They are mine. I dont care about what you are going to say, i dont care about any of that philosophical bullshit. Y/N is leaving with me. Do you understand?'

Karl sighed and looked at Y/N. 'Emilie. What is the one thing communism is known for? Sharing. The word 'our' is key in our vocabulary. do you understand my meaning?'

Y/N was shocked, they had never seen Karl this confident before, this new side of him was thrilling... dare they say... it was sexy.

Durkheim brushed him off 'i dont care Karl.' and Karl walked towards Durkheim grabbing his tie and pulling him closer. 'Its our Y/N'.

Durkheim was stumbling over himself, he seemed flustered. Y/N was also flustered watching the pair interact. Karl then moved to Y/N and kissed them, softly. And then he moved to Durkheim and whispered something Y/N couldnt quite hear. Then he pulled away kissing Durkheim just as softly as he did Y/N.

Y/N finally understood Karls meaning.