The Whistling Kettle

Equals

"I swear to God Arthur if you don't shut the fuck up right now I'll-!"

"You'll what?!" He shouted back, keeping his ground, "Hit me?!"

This was another complicated part about their marriage. Besides the fact that they were both blanket hogs, both egotistical, and both extremely stubborn; this was a problem that often arose. Granted, they hardly ever really fought, but when they did it was ugly- ugly enough to make their two children close and lock their doors and hope that the head buds they used could drown out the yelling.

This wasn't as simple as just what was for dinner or where they would invest their combined money; no, this was a moral issue.

They were both male, neither one taking the role of the 'wife', as they has agreed on before they wed. They were equals in every sense of the word, both holding the same responsibilities and same authority.

It was unacceptable to hit your wife. But Arthur wasn't his wife, he was his husband. They were both males, and had they not been married, it would have been pegged as just 'boys being boys'.

But they were married, and that was where the problem laid. Husbands were taken to court, and jail, all the time due to their violent nature towards their wives- but if there was no wife here, would it really equate to a similar outcome?

Alfred found right then that he didn't really care, and let his fist real back and launch forward in a strong right hook.

Arthur didn't thing twice to throw his own fists in response.

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"You know...you're pretty hot with a bloody nose."

"Alfred, one more fucking word-"