Flings and Things {Skephalo+}

Proven Innocent

"Who is that?" Bad lifted his phone, not a clue who the number belonged to.

"Probably a scam caller." Skeppy stretched out on the bed. They were enjoying some time together, although both of them were tired and stressed out. "Has Foolish texted you back?"

"No..." Bad put his phone down. Not knowing Foolish was calling him from a payphone. "He hasn't got back to you either?"

"No..."

Bad sighed and sat up. He moved his laptop out of the way, which was playing a movie that he already forgot the name of. "I have to go to the bathroom."

Skeppy waited for Bad to leave, then he took out his phone and dialed Foolish again. He got nothing. He started to wonder himself if something worse than cheating was happening. Foolish was reckless but he was the type to pick up his phone, even if cheating. The fact that Foolish hasn't taken a call to make an excuse, worried Skeppy.

When Bad came back with cloudy eyes, Skeppy sat up.

"Baby...I'm a little worried."

"I'm okay." Bad sniffed.

"I know." Skeppy pulled Bad down onto his lap. But because Bad was bigger than him, he immediately regretted it. "Jesus! I forget that I'm smaller than you."

Bad slipped off of Skeppy's lap and pulled Skeppy into his own instead. "Come here. You're the shorty in this relationship, sweetheart."

"Mn." Skeppy smiled. He always enjoyed when Bad treated him so sweetly. It made him feel safe and like he didn't need to worry about all the soul crushing things in the world.

"What are you worried about?"

"Foolish... If he's cheating he still would've picked up by now. He doesn't know we know. He'd definitely try to hide it from us."

Bad looked up at the ceiling, willing himself to not cry over a breakup when he already had a perfect soulmate in his arms. "I hope he's safe, whatever's going on..."

Skeppy closed his eyes. "I could go for a nap now..."

"Me too, Skeppy." Bad held Skeppy in his arms like he was a precious jem. "I'm never letting you go." Bad whispered.

"Hm?"

Bad tightened his arms. "I love you."

"Love you too."

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Roier paced the empty halls of the castle. He felt haunted by the vacant spaces and the lack of his fiancé's voice.

He hadn't slept, he hadn't eaten. Roier felt sick to his stomach, with guilt.

In Roier's hands, he held Cellbit's pills. The ones he hid away so Cellbit would become paranoid. And now Cellbit was in the hospital being treated for psychosis. And Roier felt peace, even if he was guilty with it.

Roier entered the library where Cellbit liked to spend his time. He ran his fingers along the gothic books of paranormals and the twisted history of aliens. He missed his partner so much already, especially the way they would hold each other. But he didn't think he was ever going to go back to the hospital. He never wanted to bring Cellbit home again.

Cellbit was hard to love and Roier served his time in the trenches. He couldn't do it any longer, he didn't think he could. If he continued to love Cellbit, they would need to make it a profession. Roier's career would have to be built on catering to the flaws in his husband.