It's a Little Complicated (Sportarobbie)

Chapter 7: Let's Talk

*A//N: First things first, I will take requests. Second I'm going to cut back on authors notes and separate updates unless necessary.

<Revisions:: Added new lines and lengthened paragraphs to make it make sense>

*Sportacus' POV*

~A few weeks later~

"You really protect an entire town by yourself?"

"Mhm" I murmured dryly.

"I've not been on many dates, uh is this the part where you take me home?"

"I think so.. My place or yours?" I ask wearily. I've been in a intoxicated stupor for about a week now. Tonight I've rented a hotel room and opened a grinder account, I'm hoping this guy says his place, I can't afford another night.

"Mine? If thats ok, I don't really care for going to strangers houses.. It makes me nervous"

"I wouldn't be much of a hero if I couldn't keep you safe in my own room, would I?" I knew this guy was playing shy and innocent because as soon as we get to his house he is going to be into some weird shit, which is what I want. After Robbie it's hard to like normal sex, he had done things to me that I didn't know I wanted.

"Let's go" I say rather disinterestedly, standing and walking towards the restaurant door.

~skip to strangers bedroom~

"Oh! M-Magnus.." Kennedy? yelped as I thrusted in to him, I was always a bottom since Robbie never allowed anything else.

"D-do you have candles?" I ask grunting.

"Y-Y-Yess....B-but don't stop.." He begged but I ignored his request, I needed to cause pain. What was that saying? Hurting people hurt people?

"Where?"

"What?"

"Where are the fucking candles?!" I demanded. Suddenly a large man burst through the door clearly upset with me. The man stormed to me and stared down at me like he was going to eat me, my adrenaline surged through my veined mixing with the alcohol and I felt invincible.

"Who the fuck are you? In here fucking MY husband!"

"Husband?? Kennedy said he was single" He didn't but even if I was amped up on testosterone, adrenaline, vodka and heartbreak I wouldn't be able to take on this beast of a man. I knew when to run and when to fight.

"You little rat! You always do this to me! I want a divorce Ken and I want you out of my house!"

"Babe, baby please...Please.. No I'll do anything. give me another chance? My love, baby I'll let you top...I-I know you like being dominant sometimes...please" My hookup pleaded with his lover. I never would have thought such a big ferocious man bear thing would be a bottom. This relationship was nearly as toxic as mine was with Robbie.

"Really? You mean I can use the tools?"

"Yeah babe. Anything"

"Alright...I-I'm going to go... Have a wonderful marriage..Stay off Grinder, Kennedy.. You have such a loyal... loving man bear" I got dressed then decided that before I left I should at least make sure at one couple stays together.

"You guys have someone who cares, you both try to fix issues and you talk about things. You have true..a little toxic..but pure love..Please don't loose it.. It is like loosing yourself and never being the same." With that I left. I went back to my hotel room and gathered my stuff so I could return home. I have hoped I would find myself and would be able to live near Robbie but I can't...it hurts to much just to think about him. Home wasnt a welcoming thought either, seeing my family agian after so long? Who was I kidding? They didn't care when I was there, when I said I was leaving, nor when I actually left.

"OK. Magnus, You can do this.. It's just sleep." I pleaded with myself. I can't sleep most nights, I can hardly eat. This wasn't normal. How did one cake crazed jackass caused me to be so miserable without him? I decide that in order to sleep I need to take action, I drank more until I hardly knew left from right. Then I smoked what was left of my marijuana until I was comfortably numb to anything. I lay down and felt myself relax and slip into a comfortable dreamless sleep.

"Magnus! Sportacus! Hey!? Get up you lard!" I felt like I'd only been a sleep for a few minutes, I groggily sat up and wiped my eyes so I could see who was bothering me.

"Why wha...what? what do you w-want?!" I screeched.

"I wanted to talk to you and say that I am sorry.."

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