Sanders Sides One-Shots

Hickeys - Roceit

SOULMATE SEPTEMBER

Day 6: When your soulmate is injured you will experience pain in that area.

TW: Mentions of non-consensual marking (Hickeys)

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Janus leaned against the pubs counter with a sigh as looked out to all the people having fun and dancing. That day's match hadn't been as easy as he had foreseen, his opponent was stronger than he made him out to be and was able to land a few punches.

He groaned slightly as the iced whiskey he was slowly sipping came in contact with his busted lip, worsening the slight pain. He was happy this was the last match of the month and he had a whole week for himself, he honestly looked forward to rest for a bit; maybe even his soulmate would get a break, because if he were to be honest about it, that's what he felt more guilty about pursuing his career as a boxer and the whole reason why he trained hard enough to become the best and never get hit: he didn't want his mates to feel that pain or have any bruises, it didn't seem fair.

Suddenly, someone covered his eyes with their hands.

"Guess who?" They whispered in his ear in a singy-song voice, their breath tickling his face. Now, if it were anyone else they probably would have shat themselves, but Janus was pretty much used to it by then.

"Remus, your hands smell like cheese and your breath like death, if you don't stop touching my face right now I'll show you a new level of pain." He threatened calmly, slowly turning around to look at the man behind him.

"Kinky!" He giggled as he let his hands fall to his sides as he shot the boxer a creepy smile, making him roll his eyes.

"What do you want Foley?"

Janus looked the man up and down with his yellow snake like eyes: he was wearing a deep green dress-shirt only buttoned half way up, some tight black ripped jeans and lime green flip-flops.

"Oh, come on, can't the owner and best bartender of this pub pay a visit to his favorite and sexiest client?" He said, immediately making the other raise an eyebrow, not able to fight a small smirk creeping on his lips, knowing that was not the reason why he approached him.

Remus stared at him for a few seconds, a creepy smile on his lips before sighing in defeat.

"Fine, I just wanted to know who was that lucky piece of ass that got to mark your neck like that."

Janus furrowed his eyebrow, his face contorting in confusion as his hand went to gently touch his neck.

"What do you mean? No one got to mark nothing on me."

That got Remus to lean over the counter, putting his head on his hands. "Yet those hickeys didn't appear out of nowhere, so either you don't wanna tell me who you got it on with or your soulmate is having fun." The bartender raised his eyebrows a couple of times giggling. "And considering the fact that there were only four before but now there are five..."

Janus growled interrupting him and slamming the glass on the counter before turning on his heels and heading to the bathroom. If that was happening, he wanted to see it for himself. No matter how much his heart hurt at the thought.

"Mark I said stop!" He heard as he entered the bathroom, going straight to the mirror, the music of the pub muffling slightly. He looked at his neck seeing the hickeys and letting out another growl as he saw a sixth appear. Through the reflection of the mirror he could see two guys pressed up against the wall, but only one seemed to be enjoying it.

"Stop! Get off of me!" The smaller one exclaimed trying to push the other away, but he didn't budge.

Janus  felt anger rise up inside of him, it didn't matter how much the fact that his soulmate was with someone else hurt, no one was going to get advantage of someone else in front of him.

"Hey." He said raising his voice, watching in the reflection as he caught the other's attention. "He told you to stop it, didn't he?"

'Mark' smirked tipsily as the other guy tried to unsuccessfully get out from under him.

"Stay out of this buddy." He said, making Janus glare intensify.

"Listen buddy. There are approximately 206 bones in the human body, so are you going to let him go or do you wanna see how many I can break before this song ends?" He said threateningly, cracking his knuckles. Only then the guy seemed to finally recognize him, all the color draining from his face before quickly getting away from the smaller one.

Janus followed him with his eyes, making sure he exited the bathroom before training his snake like eyes towards the slightly shaking guy. He was short and fit, the white crop top he was wearing showing the slight outline of his abs. There was no denying that he was attractive.

"Are you okay?" He asked. The guy didn't answer as he slowly got off the wall and went to the mirror, examining his neck. His eyes immediately filled with tears at the sight of six prominent hickeys. He let out a shaky breath before turning around.

"I'm fine, though I don't think my soulmate, whoever they are, is too happy with this." He answered, offering a small fake smile to the boxer, but immediately failing as the tears started to fall down his cheeks. He looked away, not noticing the way Janus eyes widened at the sight if his now exposed neck.

"God, they probably think I'm a player. They won't even want to talk to me." He sighed leaning on the wall and slowly sliding down to the ground.

Taking a deep breath, the boxer sat next to him.

"I don't see how you can think that when I'm clearly talking to you. Plus, I don't think you're a player." He said calmly, making the other immediately turn around, his eyes widening when he saw the other pulling down the neck of his short to show him a set of hickeys matching his perfectly.

"I'm Janus." He smirked.

"R-Roman."

And that's how they spend the rest of their night, on the dirty floor of a down town pub, talking until the morning came and getting to know each others.

Hello! Hope you liked this one, I love Janus a lot tbh!

Let me know what you think about it!

Bye!
Ali c: