little random oneshots

angry

Have some steamy sexy times bois ;^)

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Morgan had never really seen Chris truly angry before, aside from the dark elves incident.

Sure, he's been upset, like the time he punched a hole in a tree, but never once has he ever been angry with him. Ever. And after unlocking his hydrokenisis nearly a month ago, he's been a little different lately. More aggressive. Hell, one poor traveler passed by them a couple of days ago and waved, smiling at the two of them, only to get chased off by the newfound atlantian as he yelled something about looking at his woman. Morgan would have been offended if it weren't for the adorable frustrated pout Chris gave him after being scolded for attacking an elderly man.

At first, Morgan tried confronting him, which ended in Chris clamming himself up and refused to talk about it. Then, he tried to get him to meditate, which ended in Chris growing impatient and more irritable by the minute. Now, Morgan was trying to teach him some relaxing magic spells, hoping to calm whatever was going on with his tall companion.

"I told you, I can't fucking do it!" Chris growled out, clenching his jaw as the spell failed for the sixth time. "Maybe we should take a break?" Morgan suggested, ignoring the snarky comments from the tall man. "I'm going to get snacks and tea, do you want anything?" He asked softly, lingering in the doorframe of their room. "What I want is some peace and fucking quiet!" He yelled out, grabbing a shoe and throwing out the window, at a tree full of little songbirds. "Fuck you birds!" He yelled out, scaring them off. "That was my shoe you dick. Go get it back!" Morgan said, looking out the window at it. "Get it yourself." Chris grumbled as he went and settled in the bed for a small nap. Morgan clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Ass." He grumbled back, trudging down the stairs to retrieve his shoe and snacks.

He hadn't even been gone 10 minutes when he heard Chris yelling at someone.

He gave the inn maid an exasperated look before running up to see what the ruckus was about. "Answer the fucking question shithead! The fuck are you looking for my boyfriend for?" Morgan came to see Chris cornering a poor messenger man who looked at if he were going to shit himself as he cowered behind potted plant. Hell, even the plant looked scared. "Chris, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?! He's just the messenger man, calm yo mystical nips boi." Morgan yelled, blocking the tall man from potentially hitting the messenger or the plant. "I am so sorry about him, are you ok?" Chris glared butcher knives at the two of them as he watched them talk. "Tell them I said I'll be there before the snow!" Morgan smiled at the man, making him bashfuly smile back and Chris's blood boil. The man could practically feel the seething fire radiating off of Chris as his eyes burned holes in the side of his head. "I-I-I should be going..." the man said, risking a glance towards Chris. Morgan saw and nodded, quickly pulling him into a hug and saw him out.

When he got back to the room, a big hand grabbed the back of his neck and slammed him face first on the bed. He could tell by the familiar poke on his ass and that head spinning animalistic growl that it was his companion.

"Chris?! What the fuck- mm!" a loud hard slap on his soft supple cheeks quickly quieted his angry rant as a small surprised moan slipped past his lips. "I'm tired of you. Always ignoring me, paying attention to other men when your boyfriend is literally right next to you. I see the way you look at them. Like you still want them." He growled. "Chris, is this about sareth? You know we aren't-" he was silenced by another slap.

"I saw the way you were looking at him. When he smiled, when he spoke to you, those lingering touches the both of you left on each other like you were fucking behind my back." He growled lowly, his jaw clenching. "After all we've been through...." he said shaking his head.