crossed over (alver x og cale)

Part 20

"That slut!"

Alberu Crossman, crown prince of the Raon Kingdom, was not prepared for the slew of curses that spewed from the man now sitting on his bed.

He was the same man who'd been lounging there only moments ago. Stretching his arms over his head as he declared that Alberu owed him for all the bullshit he put him through and so, he was stealing the bed. Alberu could sleep on a couch or fuck off somewhere.

And then, without a warning or goodbye, he changed.

The same man but different. Dressed different, different posture, different aura, different expressions, and rather than the languid way he was taunting Alberu for being a stupid wrong idiot who ought to have believed him in the first place, this man was glaring holes into Alberu's face as though it had personally offended him.

"And you–" Cale seemed at a complete loss for an insult grave enough to describe the clearly despicable bastard in front of him. The word he decided on really did throw Alberu for a loop. "–slut!"

Alberu was quite a few things and there were quite a few insults that could be accurately attributed to his character.

'Slut' wasn't quite a fit.

Cale's eyes moved from Alberu to the bed and back to him before he let out a frustrated and angry growl of frustration, collapsing back onto the bed with a dismayed cry of: "I should have fucked him!"

"...Cale Henituse?" Alberu hazarded, figuring that he ought to confirm the very basics before he proceeded to ask other questions. Like why he deserved to be called a slut and what the hell Cale was talking about and what the hell was going on.

Cale scowled, looking up at him with disgruntled. "What?!" And then. "No, wait, don't talk to me! Slut!"

"...I'm going to really need to ask you to stop calling me that." Alberu said, feeling a bit wronged.

"I'm calling you what you are!" Cale declared, loud and shameless and completely out of fucks to give. Was this the crown prince of the kingdom that he lived in? Yes, yes he was. Did Cale give even the slightest fuck right now? Not particularly. "Here I am living like a fucking nun and he just goes around fucking the first bastard who moves! Fucking–I cannot–"

Alberu, a few steps behind the conversation but starting to catch up, hazarded a guess. "...are you under the impression that I was engaging in ilicit sexual acts with... uh... you?"

Cale sat up, shooting him a scathing glare. "Obviously. Why else would I be appearing in your bed again?"

Alberu took a moment to register the available information.

Cale's story–the other Cale's story–had been confirmed by the vow of death, as unbelievable as that sounded. As a show of good faith, Alberu had been trying to make some amends for his treatment of Cale up until now as it had in actuality been unwarranted.

To learn that Cale knew all of his secrets not because of some seditious plot but rather because he was his fiance from another world was quite a strange piece of information to digest so Alberu hadn't actually known how to make amends. Mostly he'd just been letting Cale lord it over him, which seemed to satisfy him.

And now, in all likelihood, he was looking at the Cale Henituse from this world. The one who'd been so rudely replaced with his other self.

Alberu wasn't sure what he'd expected from him. But to immediately get cursed out and accused of salacious behavior hadn't been within his expectations.

He also didn't know what to think or feel about this complete stranger who wasn't a stranger.

Who had apparently spent time in the other 'better', according to Cale, Alberu's bed.