Stockholm syndrome

who's the boss?

3rd person pov

They're both currently sat on the sofa cuddling up watching a horror film and Christian knows that his boy is terrifies of horror movies but he loves protecting him.

"why did you pick a horror movie you know i'm scared of them~" Atticus whines but he's still going to try and act brave for his boyfriend cause he doesn't want to act like a baby even though he's fucking terrified so he's gonna try and not be scared, that might end in him crying though so he doesn't know whether he wants to watch it or not. 

In the end he decides he's not going to watch it, so he picks himself up from the sofa "where are you going baby i thought you wanted to watch a film?" Christian asks knowing that his mission has been accomplished "i'm going to bed, i don't like horror movies but you still decided to put that on so fuck you" Chris looks at him shocked, his kitten swore at him.

Christian grabs Atticus's arm.

"who the fuck do you think you're talking to?!"

"i'm talking to you dickhead!" 

They both shout at each other not caring if their neighbours heard, Christian lets go of Atticus's arm letting him stomp off to the bedroom where he then decided to slam the door loudly.

Christian's pov

Who the fuck does he think he is slamming my fucking doors like that and shouting at me, he needs to be taught a lesson but i'll do it tomorrow because he needs to calm the fuck down, i do need to have a talk with him though. 

He seriously thinks he can shout at me in my fucking house (i forgot to mention they live in a house now well a mansionn) he needs to learn how to respect people especially me because he knows what i can do to him if he gets on my nerves.

I don't know what got into him though one minute he was fine, calm and adorable the next he's shouting in my face calling me a dickhead, that was rather funny though wait what the fuck am i talking about i'm not letting him calm down i'm going to talk to my disrespectful little boy.

I get up from the sofa and i walk over to our shared room, i try opening the door but that little bastard locked it, "open the fucking door now before i smash it down!!" i scream from the over side of the door "no fuck off i don't like you anymore" if he doesn't open this fucking door i'm going to break it down "i'll count to three and if this door isn't open i'm gonna break the door down!" 

"one..."

"two..."

"fineee!!" Atticus shouts and he opens the door "what the fuck is your problem do you just want attention?" i look at him dead in the eyes "yes i wanted attention, you're so busy all the fucking time" "language little boy and you could've just told me baby i would've put my work aside"