TW: ANYONE WHO SAYS THIS IS DEAD SHOULD BE DEAD

Title: ~Foul Flirting~

“Hmph.”

“Ow, Sjin, stop it. You know I was just joking around.”

“Wow, that’s weird, ‘cause I didn’t think it was funny!” Sjin whined with arms crossed and an offended look on his face.

“Sjin, you big babby…” Sips started but Sjin cut him off:

“Don’t do this to me, Sips! You always flirt with Xephos when we’re working at The Jaffa Factory.

You know I hate it!”

“I was just kidding, for God’s sake, Sjin!” Sips was getting angry because of Sjin’s accusations:

“You know what? Suit yourself, Sjin!”

Sips went through the door to the bathroom and slammed it shut behind him. He leaned over the sink and got a look at himself in the mirror. He looked tired, worn out after a long day of work. The anger from the fight with Sjin had brought colour to his usually pale cheeks. Sips let out a deep sigh and turned on the tap. He cupped his hands and splashed water on his face to clean off the dirt and the anger. He looked in the mirror once more and felt regret wash over him:

“For fuck’s sake, Sjin… Way to make me feel bad…” he murmured to himself as he dried his face in a towel.

In the couple’s living room Sjin was sat in one end of the couch curled up like a vulnerable kitten.

Silent sobs escaped him but paused when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

“S-sjin?” Sips asked silently.

“Mhm?” Sjin answered with a small sob.

Sips took this as a gesture for him to get closer and sat down on the couch next to the other man, who refused to look him in the eyes:

“I… I’m sorry, tuts. I’m sorry I upset you. It won’t happen again.”

Sjin raised his head and carefully met Sips’ grey eyes. With another sob he asked:

“You… You promise?”

“I promise,” Sips said and embraced his lover. He felt Sjin relax in his arms and the small sobs slowly disappeared. Sjin looked up at Sips and with a small smile he whispered:

“Don’t you ever flirt with anyone but me, Mister Underscore.”

“I won’t, you big babby.”

“I love you, Sipsy,” Sjin said as he nuzzled his head in the crook of Sips’ neck.

“I love you too, tuts.”