Stardust [MXM]

My Star

My Star

He were late again. No surprises really. Zackary had it coming. He had been annoying his spouse with asking him why they had never gone out and had some fun.

Now he were sitting here, his fingers twitching nervously on his watch as his eyes kept looking at the object. It was 20 past 10. Ashton were done working at 8. That's 2 hours and 20 minutes were Zackary hadn't gotten any kind of contact from his lover.

Normally Ashton would get home around 9. A little tipsy and kinda red, but that's okay. It was from the alcohol and the fact that he had worked really hard. Or that's what he said to Zackary anyway. But Zackary knew it were all lies. Or some of it. Ashton never got red and flushed when they drank wine or even something stronger together. It were just weird.

Inside, he knew why. But his heart refused to listen.

The clock ticked midnight. Zackary had fallen asleep on the couch, his head falling in an odd angle as his dried up tears rained face finally got its rest.

It never occurred him, that Ashton might be cheating on him with another man. 

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"Where were you last night?" He were nervous as hell. His fingers gripping the fork tightly. His body tingling from the awaiting answer.

He had been woken up, not by Ashton, but by his maid, as 3'o clock on the morning. The maid had been thirsty and had gone down to get something to drink, when she had caught sight of her master sleeping on the small couch. She had feel bad for him, and decided to wake him up.

Zackary's back were killing him. He had been woken up by said maid, when he had hoped to be waken up by his lovers silvery blue eyes.

His hope were shattered and heart broken, when he had found out his lover had simply walked past him and gone to bed.

"I was out drinking with some of my colleagues"

His simple answer made Zackary mad. Every Time he had tried to start up conversation, he had been shot down by Ashton's simple answers. His eyes welled up in tears, but he refused for them to fall.

He didn't want Ashton to see him weak.

"You didn't call, not even a simple text. Some kind of communication from you would be good Ashton. You had me worried sick" he tried to make Ashton see reason. He wanted Ashton to see him mad, he wanted to tell him that he actually cared if he were to be killed and dumped on the sideway.

He wanted to tell him, that one single text of "I'm fine. Out drinking with buddies" couldn't fucking kill anyone.

He chuckled. Ashton chuckled. Zackary wanted to cry.

"You sound like a worried wife".

Probably because I am your wife you dick. Or did you forget that too? 

Zackary decided not to answer. He were too frustrated. He wanted to die. Ashton's eyes were boring down at him. He felt small, he felt useless. He felt wrong. Just old plain wrong.

The next day they had gotten into a fight against each other. Zackary wanted some alone time with his husband, while said husband said he were busy working. In the end Ashton decided to abounded him and choose work. Zackary cried all day. Dwelling and thinking, and in the end coming to that conclusion that it were his own fault for being so pushy.  

Zackary wanted to surprise Ashton at work by baking some goodies for him. He had been stressed a lot lately, and that's probably why he were so snappy, Zackary thought.

He were happy. His smile evidence to said happiness. He were waving to people, giving them "good morning. What a good day today right?". The people around could almost feel the happiness radiate off him. His happiness were rubbing of on them.

Zackary were talking to the secretary, his frustration could be heard from his ever so raising voice.

"What do you mean I can't see my husband? I have every right to see him!" He seethed out through his clenched teeth. The lady at the front disk were very much glaring at him now. Her once pretty face morphed into an ugly one as she repeated the same answer to him again.

"I am deeply sorry Mr. Hale, but Mr. Markusson have told me to not be disturbed at this time of the day" 

"What's so important that his own husband can't see his spouse?!" His face were getting red. They had made quite the crowd by now. The cookies almost crumpled by his fist repeatedly banging the desk. 

"That's the thing Mr. Hale. Mr. Markusson never told me that he have gotten married".

"What?!"

He stormed to the elevators. Anger seeping through every pore, as he stabbed the stupid button to Ashton's level. Finally the door opened and he got inside. His arms were crossed, foot tapping on the polished floor as he waited.

Finally the elevator dinged open. The prestige white door to his husbands office the only thing that were on this floor. Save from the desk beside it that is used by his current missing PA.

He stormed through the long hall, fist clenched, the small bag with cookies still in his thight grip, as he flung the two double doors open. The does colliding with the wall with a loud bang.

The moans were now hearable for his ears. The doors had blocked the sound, but now that it had been flung open, he could now see and hear, that his husband were having a swell time by his own. He didn't need Zackary at all. All he needed were Tommy's spread eagle on his desk as he pounded his dick through the probably STD infested hell hole.

He didn't know what he felt anymore. His emotions were a jumbling mess. His mate, his soulmate. Were cheating on him by none other than his own PA.

Talk about cliche.

Zackary laughed. He were laughing his ass out, as his eyes once again welled up in tears. The sound of his laugh had surprised the duo that where laying on the desk. Tommy's eyes were wide open. His big brown eyes were full of shock, a little hint of guilt, not that Zackary cared for that shit. Ashton's face couldn't be any funnier. His face were morphed into on of horror as he watched his own husband go insane.

The laugher eventually died to quite sniffles.

Zackary lifted his head up to look at his spouse. His eyes cold, unblinking. He had a wobbling smile on his face, his eyes bloodshot.

"You're dead to me".

And he turned around and walked away from the stunned pair. Not even seeing the quick flash of hurt and slight guilt flash through his ex-lovers eyes.

You're dead to me.

[A;T] no comment. I'm dying right now.