Just a little one shot. Enjoy
Marco sat down on the couch with his head in his hands, his phone with the compromising photo laying on the couch, face down. He was shaking in devastation and anger. Ace was cheating on him! He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't. Marco didn't even know who the man was. He had spiky red hair as he laid in bed with a shirtless Ace.
He knew Ace was supposed to be at Deuce's house for the night, yet he was with this unknown man. Marco wanted to go yell at Ace in his bedroom. He wanted to leave right now, move out, force him to pay rent on his own, be alone. He wanted him to hurt, like he did. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he wiped them.
He took a deep breath. Looking at the photos of them over the past four years on the walls made this even more devastating. They were so happy. Marco thought they were so happy. What had he done wrong? But he composed himself, taking a few more calming breaths. He was an adult. He wanted to run far away and not face this problem.
But he wasn't like that. He was an adult and he'd act like an adult. He picked up his phone and went into the bedroom. Ace was exhausted from his narcolepsy, not having slept the night before. Marco wondered bitterly if he hadn't slept because he felt guilt. Or maybe wanted to be in another man's bed.
Ace looked up, eyes heavy, and Marco felt that pang of pity and sympathy for the discomfort he was suffering from. He couldn't go to work, so Marco was taking over the rent fully, though he made a lot of money and had been fine helping while his long-time lover got back on his feet. Ace didn't even need to ask.
Even after that, he still betrayed him. "What's wrong?" Ace asked, closing his book.
"Did you cheat on me, Ace?" Marco asked, refusing to tiptoe around the subject. He would be an adult and try to figure this out, find out the reason and how to proceed from now on.
Looking genuinely shocked, Ace asked why he said that. "Of course I wouldn't! Why would you think that?" Marco saw the emotion building on Ace's face. One of hurt, not shame or fear of being broken up with. He acted as if the accusation hurt his feelings. Why was he acting the victim?
So Marco showed Ace the photo. "What the fuck?!" he demanded, and Marco knew the emotion of anger was genuine when it triggered a sleep attack from the sudden intensity of it. This made Marco feel a bit better, that it seemed like he wasn't faking. When he woke up a couple of minutes later, Ace motioned for the phone again. "That's Deuce's friend! When I was over at his house, he came by with pizza for dinner," Ace said in a confused voice.
Ace stood up, and started to dress, putting pants on and a shirt over his head. "We're going to Deuce's to talk," he said. "I love you more than anyone. I have never and will never cheat on you," Ace told him in his firm, scolding voice. Marco's eyes filled with tears of relief, and he curled over on the bed.
Walking to him and getting on his knees in front of Marco, Ace teared up, too. "I'm sorry you saw that. I-I should have remembered or something," he said, sounding ashamed. Marco took his hands on Ace's cheeks and kissed his forehead.
"I'm sorry I didn't believe in you," Marco said in an ashamed voice as well. They left the apartment, and Marco carried Ace on his back down the stairs so there was no risk of him falling. He was very unstable with his narcolepsy. He did fall asleep on the way there, and Marco was full of anger of being tricked into believing his soulmate had cheated on him.
That had to be assault, and Marco assmed it had been done to him during a sleep attack. Deuce better drop that fucking "friend" the moment he heard about this bullshit. Looking to his innocent and genuine lover, he knew Ace would never betray him like that. He knew it and wouldn't forget it.