Opossum-(mxm) (Rever series Eight)

Opossum Six

"Alright, who is it?" 

Grim snapped out of his thoughts as he forced himself to sit up in his computer chair. 

"Your mom," Grim growled back as he tightened his grip on the little collar in his left hand. 

He had no doubt that his gamer friend, Ammo, rolled his eyes at his comment. 

"You couldn't handle her. Now stop evading my questions. You're so distracted you nearly died during our last match and we aren't even streaming yet." 

Grim scowled at the screen, then looked back at his partially open bedroom door. 

The hallway was dark, of course, and comfortably quiet... but not completely so. 

He could just-barely hear the softest remnants of a content, rumbling purr. 

It made his shift cower in his mind like the wimpy shit it was. 

"Are you even listening?" Ammo asked, making Grim huff out an annoyed breath and tap on the side of his headphones, muting himself as he stood up. 

A moment later he was walking back to Ian's room... for the second time in the past three hours. 

He never went in, but he did nudge the door open a tiny bit in order to check on the sleeping man. 

Still curled up. 

He wanted to go in and press his hands against the man's hips and legs until he extended them into a more logical sleeping position, but he knew better. 

Ian didn't belong to him. 

"Dude, are you even there anymore? Our next match teleport timed out because you didn't accept!" Ammo yelled into his headphones, making Grim sneer and quickly tug the door mostly closed again before returning to his room. 

Dropping back down into his chair, he grabbed his controller and accepted the second match request... that was about to time out again. 

The collar he still had in his left hand kept pressing against the controller as he had his character rampage across half the combat zone moments later, but he didn't feel like putting it down yet. 

When the match ended early with a congratulatory chime, Grim leaned back in his chair and reached up to unmute his headset mic. 

"You gonna be my partner for the stream?" he asked, wanting to know if he was going to have to go with some random or not. 

"Sure, I have time," Ammo replied, then added. "But seriously man, what's going on? You're never this quiet unless you have someone on your mind." 

Pursing his lips, Grim leaned back further and held up the collar still in his hand so that he could examine it for the hundredth time. 

"...Ren is here." 

Ammo was silent for a long stretch of time. 

"Ren... as in Renegade?" he asked in a quiet, stunned voice nearly two full minutes later. 

Grim turned the collar as he held it slightly over his head, allowing him to see the name he'd had engraved on the little metal heart plate. 

When he didn't respond, Ammo continued. 

"You don't mean your simp from online, do you? Grim? Answer me, man. What the hell is going on?" 

Grim licked his lips as his eyes narrowed on the name Ren carved on the little metal heart. 

"I wanna tie him to the bed..." Grim finally mumbled, more to himself than to his friend. 

His friend didn't seem as interested in his delusions.