Blue Heat Takis

by Miss Queen B

"I do the same thing, I told you that I never would. I told you I changed, even when I knew I never could. I know that I can't find nobody else as good as you. I need you to stay, need you to stay, hey!" It was a nasty Fight. Enough to make Terry walk out the door and leave Korvo a drunken Mess.

Miss Queen B: Hello all you wonderful Readers, I hope everyone is doing well. First Solar Opposites fic after binge watching all three seasons, so I hope you like it.

Enjoy.

Blue Heat Takis

~I do the same thing

I told you that I never would

I told you I changed,

Even when I knew I never could

I know that I can't find nobody else as good as you

I need you to stay

Need you to stay, hey.~

5:00 in the evening and still nothing.

Not even a call or a text message.

Korvo grumbles to himself before tossing his phone carelessly on the couch. If Terry was expecting him to call and beg like a little Bitch, he can forget it. That was not his style. It's not his fault the Idiot stormed out of the house with angry tears and gooblers spraying everywhere. Complete with him slamming the door and causing a picture frame to fall and shatter.

He had to give his Partner some credit. He was definitely rubbing off on him since most of the time it would be him leaving the house angry and crying. In fact, this would be the first time Terry did such a thing since he was the most patient one of the two. What he didn't expect was him being gone for a long period of time. Three hours, one minute and 45 seconds….

But hey, who's counting. It's not like he cared. Terry was a (Somewhat) Mature Shlorpian. He can take care of himself. He'll return once he realizes what a stupid idoit he was….

There was a small twitch in his eye. A sign of guilt, maybe? Was he having what Humans called a Stroke? If he had to pick between the two, he would pick the Stroke.

Again it's not his fault he stormed out.

He groaned. His head was throbbing like a nasty hangover and his voice was raw from all the yelling that happened a few hours ago and what makes matters worse, with Terry gone, it was his job to look after the Replicants and he was in no mood to deal with them. No doubt they will ask questions in order to get dirt on him. To use to make fun of him or to blackmail him later on for things. With that in mind, he slowly made his way to the kitchen, hearing the crunch of takis chips that were left all over the carpet made by his boots, only to find the brats sitting at the dining table. One of them was nice enough to set the table. He wondered if they could feel the tension in the air because when they saw him, they didn't say anything at first, no doubt fearing they might trigger something in him. He wasn't putting much effort hiding his pissed off face.

Finally the boy spoke. "Where's Terry?

Hearing that name made him want to go back to check his phone again. "Why do you want to know?" He asked, feeling childish while he began to search for the things to make some coffee. Hoping something warm will ease down his stress. Last thing he wants is to create another Red-

"He's the one that always brings us dinner, duh!"

Fucking ungrateful brat. You would think being the Team Captain, he would get some respect around here. "Well as you can see he's not here."

"Is he running late?" Jesse asked, looking concerned and frowning.

"No." He spat, already feeling the anger and annoyance from them mentioning Terry. "I'm not sure when he's coming back. In fact, he could be on the other side of this god-awful planet or fucking around in some Line for all I care because I don't!" He shouted.

The Replicants blinked, stared at each other for a second before looking back at him. Jesse began to twiddle her fingers. "Are you alright, Korvo? Did something happen between you and Terry?"

He tried to play it off, but despite them being younger, it wasn't hard for them to read him like a book, especially when his hands were shaking and they could see the dark blue frustrating blush across his cheeks. "No, of course not."

They had a fight.

"Everything is fine…"

A screaming match was more like it in his opinion.

"…He's just pissed off at me and needed "Space" as he puts it."

"So what? When are you two not pissed off at each other?" Yumyulack said, looking bored.

"What did you do this time?" Jesse asked.

His eyes bulged, "What makes you think I started it?"

He did….he saw something on Terry's phone he didn't like and confronted him about it …but it was just them bickering at first…how was he supposed to know Terry was going to take it so personal. How was he supposed to know it was going to bring out so much bottled up emotions that their stupid bickering would turn into a loud, nasty fight.

Before the young ones could answer him, he shouted, "Don't answer that, just-just go to your room!"

"But what about dinner? We're hungry." Yumyulack asked, annoyed while gesturing at the empty plates with his hands. He didn't care about the situation, he just cared about who was going to feed him.

"You're an advanced alien race, I'm sure you can go out and get you something to eat like Taco Bell." He shouted. Feeling his head throbbing more and more from this ridiculous conversation with them. He just wanted to be alone at this point.

"But you just said for us to go to our room-" Jesse pointed out.

"Get Out!" He shouted.

Rolling their eyes, they got out of their chairs and headed towards the front door with Yumyulack muttering the entire way. "Fuck, no wondered Terry left. I would too if I had to deal with that Asshole."

"Should we be worried?" Jesse whispered.

"Nah, they'll figure it out. Ten bucks says Korvo will be the first to crack."

That was the last thing he heard before hearing the soft click of the front door being shut and soon he was all alone. Even the Pupa was out doing who knows what.

Fuck that little Brat. He will not be the first who cracks. If anything Terry will be home any minute now. On his knees and begging for forgiveness.

7:00 p.m. rolled around and still nothing.

He checked his phone a hundred times by now and only got two messages from the Replicants asking if it was safe to come back home and was he still whining like a little Bitch. He didn't bother to answer them or ask about their whereabouts. The boy was a Bounty Hunter for crying out loud and he's seen what the girl can do when backed into a corner. It was the weekend as well so no school.

Still nothing from Terry. He lost count how many times he wanted to click the call button only to chicken out in the end. Now he was getting mad. He may have started to fight, but Terry knew how he can get…especially when it comes to certain humans he didn't like. It was times like these he wished he didn't agree to give "This"..."Them"..."Us"...whatever…a Try as Terry put it. He didn't see the point. They were Partners who's sole mission was to find a planet for the Pupa to create a new home. Sure they were friends, acted like parents to their little clone kids and shared a bed, but that didn't mean anything to him. The only reason for the shared bed was because it came with the house and the couch was uncomfortable. Besides, at the time, his only thought was about the mission and didn't think they were going to stay here long. The most he thought they were going to be on this rotten plant was a few months, a year tops…but what Shlorp failed to teach him was sometimes things don't always go according to plan. He failed to realize Earth was an overpopulated place. He failed to land the ship properly thus crashing it. He wasn't prepared to deal with his team being lazy idiots and he definitely wasn't prepared for Terry acting funny around him and him somewhat returning the same feelings. Now three years later, here they were as friends, partners, and lovers and he was happy as he was miserable.

There's a reason he never took a lifemate back on his Homeworld. He didn't have the patience to deal with the messiness that it came with: Feelings, remembering special days and being less selfish. Korvo is by far a selfish individual, he liked his space, his OWN hobbies, and the peace and quiet. Something you can't get with two aliens especially with someone as Flamboyant as Terry. So being less selfish…that was hard for a negative introvert Korvo to adjust to. Not to mention, being in a relationship tends to change things between the two companions. Both emotionally and mentally.

He saw the change in Terry after the first time he let his guard down and slept with him. Ironically, they were fighting during that time as well. The fight was as stupid as it was petty…over Dinner Parties no less. Terry was right, he didn't like dinner parties, but decided to suck it up and show his Partner as Team Leader he can do whatever he wants. Even going as far as banning those Gatherings all together just to spite his happy-go-lucky "Husband." Though Terry still blamed him for the whole creatures turning humans into wine thing no matter how many times he told him that was all Yumyulack's idea. It made him wonder if they somehow corrupted his DNA samples because he can't recall being that violent at that age. Terry, of course forgave him, sealing their apology with a kiss, the first time they ever touched lips together and it didn't even bother him that he was naked and covered in cake and pink frosting. Afterwards, things were a bit of a blur for him. All he could remember was playing games with Terry and Jesse while drinking wine (while watching the boy turning the bottles of wine back to human…Fuck, did he drink one of those? He can't remember) then just him and Terry talking with him still drinking wine then Terry asking him about the kiss they shared at the Whole Food Market, more wine, him, super drunk, making a really sloppy move on his equally drunk partner than…

His Phone made a small ding and he quickly grabbed it to see if maybe it was Terry. Sadly, instead of it being a text message, it was just another email…junk mail most likely. He grit his teeth and forced himself to sit down on the couch before he did anything stupid. He didn't bother turning on the T.V. or picking up a book or manual to read. All he wanted to do is sit here and let his mind scramble.

Probably not a good idea since whatever random thought that came to mind it went right back to Terry.

After their first night together, he thought it was a mistake. A bad judgment called on both of them since he didn't see Terry like that and was pretty sure Terry felt the same way. Yet, as the days passed, the change was obvious. Terry was a lot happier. Humming little tunes to himself while he cooked breakfast, lunch or dinner or used his time with the Replicants. Quick kisses on the cheek and stupid pet-name followed after that and once in a while, Korvo would find a small gift or a love note next to the main computer on the ship. He was at a loss and didn't know how to approach it. If he brought it up, would that change everything once again? Normally he wouldn't care if he had to be blunt with someone, but this was Terry he was talking about, who obviously saw their drunken night as something more.

They never talked about it and sadly, it took him having a drunken night with the Red Goobler to make Terry realize there was nothing between them. He could still remember the look of anger and hurt when he demanded to know if he and the Red Goobler "Doink" and he just brushed it off like it was nothing in order to end the conversation. Of course, when they were alone in the bedroom and after getting the silent treatment for hours, he was forced to ask Terry if what happened bothered him. He was kind of hoping he would say yes and call him every degrading name in the human language just so he wouldn't feel this quilt spewing in his stomach, but instead Terry just sighed and shook his head. No, it didn't bother him and that was it. So they went back to their old ways with him using his time repairing the ship and Terry going out and mingling with the humans. Though his Outings grew worse overtime where Terry would be out all night and leaving him alone, pissed off and stressed. He lost count how many times He or the Replicants found Terry passed out on the floor, couch or on the toilet seat with gum dangling out of his mouth. Luckily, after a while, that little destructive game died down with Terry turning back to normal (Whatever that is.)

After that mishap, life went on, but the tension was there. If he could feel it, he was sure Terry was going crazy from it. Even worse at night when they would sleep side by side. He lost count how many times he would wake up to find Terry cuddled up against him or vice versa. He would blush whenever they would bump into each other or when Terry would call out his name in a playful way. He would stay awake just to watch Terry sleep with this soft feature on his face and peaceful smile with envy. It must be nice to sleep without the weight of stress, family, and the Mission resting on his shoulders. In the end, after a very slow process, like baby-steps in his opinion, they started having a sexual relationship again. It was hard to explain who, what, when, and how it started, but it started…and it was a difficult adjustment on both sides.

Like night and day, while they balance each other out somehow, there were still some insecurities. Terry was too social and can't seem to set boundaries when it comes to his friends or ex-lover getting close while Terry complains about him being too jealous and possessive. He loves spending time with him, but sometimes needs to mingle with other people/creatures.

He'll admit, he fucked up their first bump in their relationship with the whole "Model Train" Hobby. While trying to adjust to being a couple and learning to live life outside fixing the ship, Korvo felt like he was losing himself in the process and just wanted to find something just for him. Like always, according to Terry, he overreacted and took things to the extreme…he did turn himself into a train and threatened to kill him and Terry till Terry talked him down about the pleasure of sharing and doing things together. He thought the Train thing would be the last drama tiff between them, but than there was that pissed off encounter with Terry's "Line Husband" and let's not forget Terry losing his shit over that graphic model of him and the Red Goobler during their vacation at the resort completely with a red button to activate voice sound and movement….

Ugh, he thought while running his hands down his face. He didn't want to think about that vacation resort. Things have been pretty tense between him and Terry after that little adventure. While they refuse to really talk about it, mostly about what they saw at the museum of Betrayal, both can't seem to get over it either.

By 8:30, he started to hit the bottles that Terry had stashed underneath their bed. He didn't bother watering down the alcohol by turning it into a mixed drink. Just a shot glass and a few lemon wedges. He knew this was a bad idea, given the fact he's a light drinker, but he needed something to distract him from going up to the ship to activate the "Self-Destruct" mode. After all, if Terry wasn't coming back what's the point for this Planet to live.

Sitting in the living room with one dim lamp on, he found himself staring at the carpet littered with Taki chips. The bag was torn in half and left on the coffee table in front of him. Right next to the bottle of vodka.

He blinked, feeling his eyes getting heavy and dry as he picked up his phone to look at it again.

Still nothing from Terry and it was starting to piss him off.

Don't overreact…you tend to do stupid things when you're in this state of mind. His thoughts echoed.

"I never overreact!" He said out loud.

If Terry was here he was sure he would've gotten an Eye Roll from his statement. Shit look what happened this afternoon!

Ok, so he overreacts sometimes, but Terry was no perfect "Husband" either. He wouldn't be such a jealous, dramatic mess if it wasn't for Terry openly flirting with his many admirers/Ex Sex Friends…or at least he hoped they were ex's.

Now that they are together there's no need to go somewhere else for it right? They had this conversation before about Terry's human circle with Terry pointing out his possessive nature and not giving his friends a chance to know them. What did he expect? Terry slept with most of them-

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"I can't believe you went through my phone!"

"Um hello, you told me to go get it and it happened to have a message on it. Next time put a lock code on it Dumbass" He said, crossing his arms while glaring at him coldly. "But that's not the point, why did I see a message from that Asshole Lame-us!?"

Terry rolled his eyes, not even looking a tad bit guilty. "He contacted me about a week ago. No big deal"

"No big deal?! What the fuck, Terry. What happened to "Eat Shit and die, Lame-us" I thought you were done with him."

"He apologized. He told me he overreacted and wanted his best Line-Husband/Buddy back."

Hearing Terry use the word "Husband" on that Line Jerk-off guy made his head boil with premature Gooblers. "And just like that, you're going to take him back?"

"He's my friend, Korvo. That's what you do with friends. We fight, lose contact with each other then make-up, but that doesn't give you the right to look through my phone." He said, while putting on his sun-hat and grabbing the bag of Taki chips off the kitchen's table.

"I'm the Leader of this team and your "Actual/Unmarried Husband" so I have every right to check your phone! You thought you could leave to see that Dick behind my back and take my fucking Taki chips!"

"I was going to tell you when you came downstairs, but I was rudely interrupted by you screaming at me and calling me a Fucking Dick! And from the looks of it, maybe it was best I didn't say anything just to avoid your tantrum!" Terry shouted back, putting his fist on his hips before giving him a sass look.

"I'm not throwing a tantrum! I can't believe you're going to meet up with him after he called you a Loser and me a Blue Bitch!"

"Well you were acting like one, don't deny it." Terry said, putting on a smile. Terry's way to get him to calm down since he was a darker shade of blue at this point. "You know, your jealousy is quite cute, Babe." He whispered, while tracing the angry blush on his right cheek.

He smacked his hand away. Hard. Hard enough, Terry let out a small "Ow." "You're not going! The last thing I want to see if you and him standing in some stupid line eating my Taki chips." He said, grabbing the bag, but Terry held it tight.

"You can't tell me who I can't hang out with, Korvo, get a grip of yourself and who says these were your Takis anyway!"

"Asshole, I bought them and even put a sticky note on the bag with my name on it." He said, pointing out the said sticky note with his finger. Still Terry wouldn't let them go.

"They've been in the cabinet for nearly a week collecting dust. The only reason you want them now is because I'm taking them." Terry said, pulling the bag back towards him.

He did not want to imagine it. Them two, Terry and Linus (Lame-us) standing close to each other in line, talking and laughing while eating his Takis and licking the spicy flavor off each other's fingers. Ugh, that type of picture would make it hard for him to sleep at night instead of Terry's loud snoring. "What happened to sharing your Hobbies with me!" He shouted, tugging the bag back.

Damn, Terry's strong when he's angry, he thought.

"Fuck Korvo, I've asked you to go with me to two other events, but you said no! You didn't want to waste your time standing around! There's no point for me to force you if you're not going to be happy about it. This is just like the Dinner Parties. You ruined those and now you're trying to ruin this as well."

"I'm not trying to ruin it."

Terry rolled his eyes, looking at him like he was the Stupid one. "Korvo, what's this all about? Me hanging out with Linus again instead of paying attention to you or these fucking Taki chips? I mean seriously, you would think you would be alright having someone else enjoying my hobbies instead of you. I'm happy you gave it a try, but if you don't like it, then fine, let me go back to my "Line Husband."

"Will you stop calling him that?!"

"Why, it's funny, I called all my friends that-"

"Yeah, I know, pretty much all your fucking contacts on your phone starts with the "Husband" word. "Costco Husband, Zumba Husband, Night Club Husband….a Hulu Husband? What the hell did you do with the Hulu guy? Is that why we have the Hulu Bundle for free?"

"If you're implying if we banged then no. He was just a lonely guy that wanted someone to talk to. It was mostly Phone Sex, but that was a long time ago."

Phone Sex, huh? Did Terry really believe he was that stupid? Perhaps in a way he was? Since he didn't have much experience when it comes to relationships, daily random sex partners and everything that involves pleasure that Terry had. At this point, he should've let it go, he should've tried a more flirty or pitiful approach since that was one of Terry's weakspots, but the pride in him wouldn't let him. He didn't know why Linus of all humans peeved him so badly. Maybe it was because he was the first human, "Competitor," who actually fought back for Terry's attention and affection and nearly beat him in the game. The way they would carcasses and talk to each other was far different than what he and Terry were used to. He hated it. He didn't like seeing Terry so happy and cheery with another guy.

"Oh really, and what kind of "Husband" stuff were you planning on doing with Lame-us"

"Linus! Fuck, if you're going to be upset over him at least get his name right!" Terry shouted back, while facepalming his forehead. NO doubt already exhausted from this stupid fight. He sure was, but he didn't want Terry to leave. "And what the hell are you talking about now?"

"I don't know Terry, what am I implying? I mean the last time we saw him, you didn't waste time sucking his lips off right in front of me."

"I wasn't sucking his lips off, Korvo and you know it."

"You still did it. What about this little meet-up?"

"Oh my fucking god Korvo, even if I had a sexual relationship with him, that was a long time ago as well and it's over and he knows it."

"Yeah, but it doesn't take much to get you going. Just some sweet talk and a few cheap feels." He spat.

He thought he was going to get punched in the face or at least slap by the way Terry's expression went from annoyance to rage in a matter of seconds. "Oh like you have a foot to stand on in that situation. A few drinks in your system and you're ready to do whatever I pleased….It sure work for the Red Goobler."

A cold feeling washed over his face from the mention of the Red Goobler (Chris) and all he could do was blush and turn away from his Partner with his arms crossed tightly against his chest. "Oh you would bring that up. Let it go already! You told me yourself it didn't bother you."

"Are you dense!" Terry shouted. "Of course it bothered me! How could you not tell! It took me forever to get you to open up to me and see us as something else only for you to have that Red piece of shit take you from behind! For fuck sake Korvo, it only took a night being with him to get you on all fours!"

"I was drunk and high at the time! Beside what I did doesn't give you the right to eat my Takis and blame the Pupa-"

"WILL YOU STOP BRINGING UP THOSE FUCKING CHIPS!" Terry screamed and proceeded to tear the bag of chips in half. The bag burst, sending red spicy Taki chips everywhere and causing Korvo to take a step back to prevent them from leaving a stain on his robe.

"You Asshole! He screamed only to be taken aback from Terry towering him.

"Seriously, me eating those damn chips was more hurtful than watching some animatronic version of you getting fucked by the Red Goobler! Complete with a sound button of you moaning and taking it."

"We weren't "Husbands" at the time, so I don't know why you're still pissed off about it! It wasn't a betrayal! And I'm sure I wouldn't go back to him like you're doing now with Lame-us!"

"Well at least I didn't get fucked by something that literally spewed out of your mouth, Korvo! The fact you slept with me only to go to him afterwards is insulting! I really thought we had something back then."

"You know as well as I, that was a drunken mistake. That one night shouldn't count."

"And what about now! Are we still making a mistake? I can be a jealous, raging bitch as well, Korvo! I don't see you exactly chasing after the Red Goobler to have him killed? Are you hoping to get another round with him since after all, he makes you cum harder than I can!" He screamed, with his eyes getting blurry with tears and tiny pink gooblers falling out from his head. Next thing he knew, Terry turned around and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm late thanks to you plus I just need some space." Terry spat while opening the door.

He hissed, "Fine, well, I hope you and Linus have fun jerking each other off in some lame ass line! Tell him I hope he enjoys my sloppy seconds!"

"At least he will be satisfied!"

"That was the animatronic talking, not Me, you fucking idiot!" He shouted. Though he wasn't sure if he actually said those words or not. Again too drunk and high and stupid to remember.

"Fuck you, Korvo!" Terry screamed before slamming the door hard. The room rattled and caused a picture frame to fall and shatter.

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~I get drunk, wake up, I'm wasted still

I realize the time that I wasted here

I feel like you can't feel the way I feel

I'll be fucked up if you can't be right here!~

By 10:30 p.m. and drunk, he finally cracked.

Bad timing on his part since the Replicants happened to enter the house in time to see his phone pressed firmly against the side of his head.

"Told you he's going to be the first to crack." Yumyulack said, with a smug look before getting a punch on the head.

That shut the boy up fast as he ran upstairs before Korvo could get a chance to strangle him. Jesse was able to calm him down with a small hug and kind words before heading up to bed as well. He thought about going to sleep or at least, take a cold shower, but the thought of Terry still out there somewhere doing who knows what with Linus made him want to drink even more.

10:40 p.m. and two calls later, still nothing, but Terry's voicemail message.

"This is Terry, you know what to do" Beeeep.

He cleared his throat. "Hey Terry…it's...um...it's your Captain…Leader...where are you?"

He hung up and took another sip from his fourth bottle of the night and burped. He was really bad when it comes to words.

10:45 p.m. came around and he started to play some music on his phone to pass the time.

10:46 p.m. He left another voicemail. "Terry, pick up your damn phone!"

10:50 p.m. "Seriously, you know I'm trying to call you right? I know you have a picture of me that pops up whenever I call you…y-y-you know the one of me under the influence of the Dumb Ray….the one I told you countless times to delete because I don't care if it makes me look cute…where are you?

10:59 p.m. Korvo moved himself from the couch to the floor. Not even caring that his body and clean Robe were crushing the Takis underneath him.

11:40 p.m. He spent the last forty something minutes watching the Ceiling Fan spin with amazement. Now he can see why Terry loves to stare at the Ceiling Fan. The way the blades made the shadow dance was enough to distract him from his hateful despair.

12:25 a.m. Voicemail: "Ok, you're still mad, well, I'm still mad too, but at least I'm home. Will you please pick up your phone! As your Mission Leader I command you!" He shouted before hanging up. Still lying on the floor he turned his head to the left to see The Pupa lying next to him, humming and eating Taki chips, with a big smile on his face.

He growled, "Who said you can eat my Taki chips too?!" He shouted only to get a cute little burp out of the Pupa.

Oh forget about the chips, Korvo. He thought as he began to unbutton his robe. Fuck, the house felt stuffy all of a sudden, like he needed to get out of his heavy robe just to breathe.

12:36 a.m. Voicemail: "You know for a fucking Dick who stares at his phone all day, it's hard to believe you're not seeing my calls. Well, Fine! Be that way!"

12:55 a.m. Was ice cream Ok to mix with alcohol? He thought. Which was weird to think since he didn't like ice cream to begin with. Yet here he was at the dining table with a couple of cartons of Terry's ice cream snacks, eating them out of spite. His Robe was unbuttoned and barely hanging on around his arms. There was ice cream dripping down from his mouth and staining the cotton-white muscle shirt he had on. He was a mess, but he was cool. The kitchen was cool and the ice cream was making him cool…and sick. He quickly picked up his phone to take a selfie of him eating the ice cream while giving the camera the middle finger.

12:56 a.m. Voicemail: "Hey Terry, did you get the picture? Take that Fucker. You ate my Takis so I'm eating your ice cream! Eat shit and tell Lame-us to eat shit too!"

1:16 a.m. Voicemail: Hey….it's me…yikes…who the fuck eats pistachio ice cream….

1:27 a.m. Korvo waddled his way to the bathroom while covering his mouth with his ice cream stained hand only to trip over the bathroom rug. Instead of the toilet, he collided against the bathtub rim, hitting himself directly in the stomach and started to puke up all the liquor and ice cream. Splattering the inside of the tub with a disgusting brown goo and chewed up ice cream toppings. He suddenly felt someone patting his back gently and thought it was one of the Replicants (Probably Jesse) only to look to see it was the Pupa comforting him.

He wiped his mouth and sighed, "Thanks." He then turned around till he was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the tub, feeling depressed and lonely all of a sudden. His phone was right next to the door, no doubt fell out when he tripped and didn't bother to reach for it. Instead he threw his head back and glanced over at the Pupa, who was staring at him with big curious eyes. Like the Pupa was waiting for him to say what's on his mind. To vent his bottled up, deniable troubles.

"Those were my Taki chips." He said, only to mentally kick himself for bringing them up again. The urge to puke nearly hit him, but he forced it down before continuing. "I-I-I mean…there was no way I wanted him to have them let along…share them with that Asshole….He rubbed his face, trying to get his eyes to focus…"Fuck, I hate Earth…if I knew there were Humans like "Lame-us" that can come in and take what's yours…"...He regret ignoring Jesse's idea to land on the Red Planet instead of Earth. He thought it wouldn't be a nice place to live since it was really cold there and he detested the color Red….He coughed and stared at the Pupa who was staring back. "This…this isn't about the Takis, huh?"

The Pupa shook his head while slowly letting his eyes trail over at the puke in the tub.

"Don't even think about it." He said with narrow eyes. Damn, that nasty Thing would eat anything. Gross.

"Terry" The Pupa said with a smile.

He burped and had to close his eyes due to the bathroom light blinding him. How much did he drink for the light to feel so painful? "Was us being together a mistake?" He whispered, not sure if he was asking himself or the Pupa. Probably the Pupa because he was literally sitting right next to him. Things were decent before they added sex and feelings into their relationship. Before he didn't care who Terry went out with or how many humans he experienced with. He had his fair share, not as many as Terry, but there were some. It seemed like as the Feelings grew so did the insecurity and drama. At least to him that is. He's seen the humans Terry would sleep with (witnessed some too since Terry wasn't shy about taking humans to their bed while he read or sleep) and frankly, his grumpy, resting-bitch face, pudgy belly-self couldn't compare to the many colors and body types the humans had. Seriously it can't be that easy for Terry to give up all that just to be with him all the time. He hated sharing whether it's Takis or Terry. Those belong to him.

He rubbed his face again to keep the world from spinning and a way to get his thoughts back on track. It felt like he was just rambling on about crazy stupid shit. He let his head fall back again, hitting the tub with a low thump.

~When I'm away from you, I miss your touch

You're the reason I believe in love

It's been difficult for me to trust

And I'm afraid that I'ma fuck it up

Ain't no way that I can leave you stranded

Cause you ain't never left me empty-handed

And you know that I know that I can't live without you

So, baby, stay!"

"I love Terry." He said, bluntly. Letting the words come out so smoothly he could almost taste it. (Puked Ice cream, yummy) "Why didn't he stay?"

He felt something drop on his lap and looked down to see the Pupa standing in front of him while pointing at his phone leaning against his belly. "What? You think I should apologize or something?" He asked.

The Pupa smiled.

Fuck that, he thought. "I just don't see what he sees in "Lame-us?" I mean sure they have a lot of things in common and Terry looked so happy being around him, and can make him laugh, but…" Ok, where was he going with this? Was Terry thinking about him at this very moment?

Most likely not, from the looks of it, the way he left, he was probably getting even with him by going back to Linus' house. Terry was dumb, but even he wasn't stupid enough to bring Linus back to their home. He wouldn't hesitate to kill them both if that happened. It wouldn't be the first time he killed a human without any consequences. Maybe he should have Yumyulack shrink Linus down and put him in that wall they think he doesn't know about.

The thought of Linus one inch tall trapped in a pickle jar was enough to make Korvo laugh. What a nice and clean satisfying death that would be. Watching the little human struggle to breathe because he didn't bother to poke holes in the jar's lid….

2:00 a.m. Voicemail: "Alright, Alright, I guess I'll have to be the bigger Shlorp AGAIN and say it. Terry, I'm sorry….I'm sorry you were dumb enough to take Linus back and had to act like a Bitch and bring up the Red Goobler thing…like I said, it wasn't really a betrayal…it certainly wouldn't be the worst thing I've done and…yeah. Will you fucking answer your phone. Seriously, how hard is it to send me a text message or at least a fucking "Thumbs Up" emoji!"

He tried to get up, only to slump back to the floor and groan. He needed to get out of the bathroom. The smell was getting to him and it was a cramped space compared to the one in his room. After trying a couple of more times, with the Pupa watching him without even blinking, he gave up and crawled.

2:16 a.m. Voicemail: "Ok, maybe calling you "Sloppy Seconds" was a bad idea. I mean, you were with Linus first so I guess…wait…that would still make you sloppy seconds…right…shi-"

2:18 a.m. Voicemail: "Please ignore that last message. Ok. yeah…I love you."

Oh fuck, he said it….shit. Last thing he wants is Terry to think he was losing it.

3:00 a.m. He somehow found his way to the couch again with his face buried deep into the cushion with his rear up in the air. It seems like this was the only position he can stand in order to keep himself from throwing up again. His stomach felt like a hard rock due to all the liquor and ice cream. He groaned and blindingly reached out for his phone he left on the coffee table. The sound of empty liquor bottles being knocked over and rolling off could be heard before finally feeling the smooth rectangle on his fingertips. He grabbed it and looked at the screen for the time.

Drunk and depressed, he finally let a few tears shed. He forgot he can be both an angry and sad drunk and right now, he was miserable. Was it truly over? Shit, they fought before, since day one on this mission, and would still find their way back to each other. Terry heard about "not going to bed mad" or something like that so they would always make up in some way. Only to fight about something stupid again the very next day. That's just how their relationship worked and how they would balance each other out. What if Terry realizes he's a lot happier with the other guy and decides not to come back. It wouldn't be the first time Terry threatened to leave their team. Going as far as leaving and living in some place called San Diego to eat tacos. There was no way Terry would want to be around him if they went back to being Teammates, not after all the stuff they did together.

You're into weird fucking things! Trust me, I know!

He giggled from hearing Terry's voice in his head. Stupid Terry. Stupid, loveable Terry, but he was his and now he's gone in a way. It's been more than twelve hours since he left and after doing some number crushing in his fogged up mind, that's the longest they've been away from each other. They should be in bed now, sleeping with Terry's arms and legs sprawled all over him while listening to him talk in his sleep. Now he couldn't stop the tears as he pressed the call button under Terry's number. Hoping, just hoping he will pick up. If he did, he won't hold back. He will tell him he was sorry for "Overreacting" again and that he didn't care if Terry never speaks to him again, he just wants him home.

"This is Terry. You know what to do." Beeeep

He groaned and buried his face in the couch cushion again. What the fuck is going on? Why won't he answer?

3:10 a.m. Voicemail: Terry…it's me…um…I know you're mad…(Voice starts to crack up)...I'm sorry…you were right…I don't know…I'll say whatever apologetic speech you want…I…I…(He sighed, he was never good with words)...just come home…please."

4:23 a.m. He thought his little plea would get Terry to come around, but it didn't. No phone call or text or anything. With just 5% of battery life left on his phone, he left one last voicemail.

4:24 a.m. Voicemail: "Fuck you, Terry!"

He then rolled off the couch, hitting the edge of the coffee table with his left side before crashing to the carpet floor. The table tipped to the side not too long after that then everything went black.

Last thing he'd remember was being helped up from the floor by the smaller version of Terry dressed in pink and white pajamas and her whispering to him to walk. It was a struggle, mostly for the girl, but they somehow made it to the staircase before falling to his knees. Nearly crushing Jesse in the process. He then heard the boy calling out from the top of the stairs.

"What the fuck is going on?" Yumyulack yawned.

"Just help me take him to his room." Jesse whispered, while trying her hardest to keep him from squishing her.

"It's nearly Five in the fucking morning! Just let him sleep on the stairs."

"Will you just help me"

He was too drunk to react as the Replicants dragged him upstairs, hitting his knees and shins on the steps along the way, before letting him collapse on his side of the bed.

"Turn him over, you don't want him to choke on his puke." Yumyulack chuckled.

00000000

~I do the same thing,

I told you that I never would

I told you I changed,

even when I knew I never could

I know that I can't find nobody else as good as ou

I need you to stay,

Need you to stay, hey~

~Stay by The Kid LAROI and Justin Bieber

7:00 a.m.

He was rudely awakened by something heavy landing on top of him causing his blood-red eyes to snap open. Lying across his stomach and snoring was Terry, still wearing the same clothes he left in, but were covered in mysterious stains and fresh blood. They were also slightly torn and he had cuts, scrapes and bruises all over his skin. What really stuck out was a bag of "Blue Heat Takis" Terry had in his hand. Crushed tightly in a deadly grip.

What the fuck? "Terry…" He groaned only to hiss from the massive hangover pounding behind his eyes.

"Good, you're awake. We need money." He heard his little clone only to realize he and the girl were standing right next to his bed, looking rather annoyed, bored and disappointed.

"Hey Korvo, look who finally came home!" Jesse said, smiling nervously.

Terry let out a loud, drunken moan that was muffled by the bedsheet. He placed his hand on Terry's back, just to make sure he was the real thing. "What the hell?" He questioned.

"Yeah, some cabdriver dropped him off twenty minutes ago." Yumyulack said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Apparently, Terry went to some new night club and got into a bar fight for hogging the Karaoke Machine."

"Oh man, there's like a twenty minute video of him singing the same song over and over again on his Instagram page and one where some Drunk went up on stage and punch him in the face"

"Someone was nice enough to call him a cab, but it took the Driver two hours to find our house because Terry couldn't remember our address." Jesse added.

"And now we need money." The Boy ended.

"Wait…wait…what?" Korvo asked because he was still having a hard time believing Terry was actually here. "Karaoke? Bar Fight? Why do you need money? And why is Terry covered in blood?"

"You two are very hard to carry upstairs. I hope you know that." Yumyulack stated before crossing his arms.

They heard a loud honk outside which felt like someone shooting him in the head with a hollow point bullet.

"We tried to carry Terry up here unharmed, but he accidentally hit his head on the stairs." Jesse said, sadly and full of guilt.

"And on the door and once on the driveway. So about the money?" The boy asked.

He rubbed his face to help him wake up more. "What money?"

"The cab driver told us Terry owes him $300 and he's not going to leave till he gets it. Even if it means using force." Jesse explained.

"You know where I keep my bag of diamonds."

"Do we? I mean the kitchen and living room is a big mess right now after your pitiful drunken night." Yumyulack smirked.

If it wasn't for Terry lying across his stomach and the massive hangover, he would've hit the boy on the head again. Instead he growled and covered his eyes with his arm. "Jesse…"

The girl sighed and proceeded to push her brother out the door. "Come on Yumyulack, let's go pay the Driver."

"Fuck that, let's keep the diamonds and add another member to the Wall instead."

The door closed gently and soon Korvo was alone with an equally drunken Terry. He quickly pushed Terry off of him, causing Terry to roll onto his back and giving Korvo a chance to see his beaten up face. Terry moaned and slowly opened his blood-shot eyes to look around.

"How the hell did I get home?" Terry said, before wiping his face with his hand. Smearing a semi-dry blood on his face from the head wound above his right eye. He then looked over at Korvo.

"You look like shit." He said, bluntly. Slightly happy to see him beaten up and bruised. Sorry, but not Sorry, he can be a pretty petty individual.

Terry frowned, "Got into a fight."

He wanted to yell, hit him or do something to punish Terry for being out all night, but from the looks of it, his partner's outing didn't go according to plan.

They both lay silently in their bed, hearing and feeling the throbbing pulse from their hangovers, with both unsure what to say to each other. He was about to go back to sleep when he felt Terry's fingertips touching his, hesitating whether to hold his hand or not.

"Korvo…." Terry whispered while closing his eyes as if bracing himself for the worst.

"Yeah…"

"Can we not fight like that again? Fuck, last night was the worst. I wanted to come home, but I was so mad…that…I didn't know how…to face you. I was just so pissed that you didn't like me hanging out with my friends and thought I would fall back to my old habits…but…I didn't…I couldn't do that to you…I only want you…" He then coughed up some leftover bloody spit.

If he wasn't so prideful, he would've told Terry about his awful drunken night, but…" I…I…um …tried…calling you…"

"You did…god dammit…it was bad, Linus, that Douche ended up stealing my phone…it was just a trap to get back at me…who knows what he's been putting on my social media pages." Terry said, before looking at him again with dried, tired eyes. "How many times did you call?"

"Just once!" He said, quickly, trying very hard not to smile for the luck he was gifted. "Just once, but I figured you were mad so I…just waited for the call back. It's not like I stayed up all night drinking and-and-and leaving countless voicemails and eating your ice cream…"

"Wait, what?" Terry asked, looking at him oddly.

"Nothing." He said, blushing. Feeling a burning sensation all over his face.

Silence fell once again between them, and Korvo felt like he was about to pass out again so he might as well make this quick. With a shaky hand, he laced his fingers with Terry's and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I don't want to fight like that either…"

"Thank you…." Terry said, using his other hand to wipe his eyes. "Let's just forget about Linus and the Red Goobler, and your jealousy and whatever else we were fighting about. Honestly…I can't remember."

Should he bring up the Takis just to be a Dick about it, he wondered.

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard Terry slightly snoring. Their hands still laced for comfort and to reconnect. "Terry?" He called out.

Terry twitched before holding up the bag of "Blue Heat" Takis. "I got these for you…." He said, half asleep. "...I love you, Korvy…"

Then Terry was out like a light.

And just like that, they made up and it made Korvo realize although they still have some things to work on with their relationship, he was here to stay and so was Terry.

A small smile spread across his face before letting himself pass out as well….

Fin