Sycophant

Breaking You

A/N: I'm a Marvel Fan, how about you?

Enjoy this chapter loves, and oh, let's welcome NOroAlmugairy to our humble group.

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Gulf put on Iron Man, and he was in Mew's lap, thoroughly kissing every inch of skin he could reach with Mew's shirt still on, before Tony Starks was even turned into the Iron Man. Gulf decided that he really, really loved this position, being rested on Mew, enclosed by him. Mew's eyes were closed, seemingly calm, but as Gulf pressed a kiss to his pulse point, he could feel the tottering beat of Mew's heart, hear the quick intake of breath. Outside, it had begun to rain, and Gulf could think of nothing better to do on a lazy Saturday than curling up into Mew, for warmth, of course. To conserve energy. He'd kicked off his shoes and socks at the door, and now he tucked them as close as possible to Mew.

"You're one of those, huh, with the chilly feet?" Mew whispered. He reached for a blanket draped over the back of the couch and laid it over them, making sure it tucked around Gulf's feet. Bebe was snoozing on the other chair and onscreen, Iron man was punching the villains over and over, and really, Gulf thought he could stay in this moment forever.

"I know I need to get off of you, but I just really don't want to," he said to Mew between kisses pressed over his neck, clavicle, and jaw.

"Why would you need to get off me? I like you here." Mew's voice was low, and tugged at Gulf's heart.

"Because I'm not exactly the lightest person around. I've got to be killing your legs." Gulf made a move to shift off of Mew's lap, and Mew frowned, placing his hands on Gulf's hips to stop the move.

"You feel just fine, Gulf. I like you right where you are. I like this."

"No, really, you don't mean that, I'll just-"

"It makes me unhappy when you do that," Mew said softly.

Now Gulf was frowning back. "Do what?"

"Put yourself down. Make fun of yourself."

Gulf's furrowed brows joined his frown. "I don't know what you mean. I'm just stating the fact that I'm- I'm not small."

Mew puffed out an annoyed breath. "It's not. It's not a fact. You have all this swagger, all this confidence, and at the same time, you tear yourself down over things you think I'm thinking, when I'm not thinking them."

Gulf scurried off of his lap, and this time Mew let him. "So..."

"So it's exasperating to hear you do that when I think you're an amazing man, Gulf."

Gulf pushed the blanket off and stood, crossing his arms, hesitant of the feeling that was rising up in his chest. "Everyone jokes about themselves. That's like, the number one joke in comedy."

Mew rose but didn't approach Gulf. Gulf felt hurt, then angry when he realized that he only wanted comfort from the man who'd caused the pain. His anger turned inward; he should have never allowed himself to get so close to someone.

Mew raised his hands in a defensive gesture. "Look, I shouldn't have said anything. Let's not make a big deal out of it."

Gulf bit down on his lip. Maybe Mew shouldn't have said anything, but now he had, and now anytime Gulf said anything, he'd be worrying that Mew was silently judging him. "This isn't working," he heard himself say, and he thought, where the fuck did that come from? That's not what I wanted to say. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

"What?" The look on Mew's face was breaking Gulf's heart.

"If you don't like the things I say, I don't think this is going to work." How is it still going? Who's running my mouth? What is happening? He walked over to the front door and held it open, gesturing for Mew to leave.