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Strained.
That was perhaps the best way to describe what their relationship was right now.
Aventurine steps into his home—
Maybe he should still refer to it as their home, at least until they decide to separate. It was inevitable. Ratio seemed to be in love with him less and less every day.
Ratio is waiting for him on the couch in their living room. His arms are crossed, and his eyes are closed making Aventurine unable to discern any of his true emotions, yet somehow, he still managed to look annoyed.
Aventurine walks up to him after hanging his coat on the coat rack and taking off his shoes. He places his hands on Ratio’s shoulders and leans forward over the back of the couch to place a kiss to his cheek, but Ratio moves before he can do it. He stands up and stares Aventurine in the eyes. He can’t help but think Ratio is as beautiful as the day he first saw him, but he notices that there’s a certain darkness in the way he looks at him, in the way he moves, the way he breathes … and then the question comes tumbling across Ratio’s lip anxiously …
“Why don’t you love me anymore?”
Ratio’s voice cracks when he asks the question, tears threaten to spill from his eyes. Aventurine was moving closer to him before he could even think. Was it to comfort him, or was it to force the tears away, he answers his own question with his response to Ratio’s question. He walks up to Ratio, holding Ratio’s sad gaze.
Fuck, why was he getting turned on?
Aventurine gently rubs his finger against his cheek before pressing his thumb down on his tongue.
“Who said I don’t still love you Veritas?”
Ratio’s eyes widen before he quickly turns out of his grasp.
“Don’t touch me.”
Something snaps in Aventurine. Since when did Ratio learn how to say no to him? He seems to blink, and Ratio is pressed against their living room wall. Somehow, he was always stronger than Ratio despite being the smaller of the two. Aventurine can barely see his face, but he can easily tell that Ratio was making a terrified expression. There’s a strained gasp he can hear escape Ratio’s lips as he presses his lips to Ratio’s ear.
“I’ll touch you as much as I wish …” He licks the side of Ratio’s face, earning more soft whimpers and the slight tug to try and break out of Aventurine’s grasp.
“Let go of me—!”
“Ooh, choose those words more carefully baby …” Ratio lets out a high-pitched gasp when Aventurine pulls him off of the wall. He refuses to let go of him as he pushes and drags him upstairs to their bedroom, the doors to the balcony are already open.
In the blink of an eye most of Ratio’s body is leaning over the side of it.
“Still want me to let you go?”
Ratio is crying, he probably has been for the past 5 minutes, and Aventurine just didn’t notice because he was blind with rage.
“Apologize.” He says through gritted teeth.
“I fucking hate you—!” Ratio lets out a scream when he feels Aventurine release one of his hands, “—I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?! Please don’t kill me—!”
Aventurine pulls him back over the balcony, Ratio is hyperventilating and seems hysterical.
He thinks it’s the perfect opportunity to kiss him.
“Please … I’m sorry … I love you …” Ratio whispers through their kisses.
“I know beautiful, I know you do.”
Aventurine grips him through his pants and finds that Ratio is hard.
Fuck, guess they’re doing this right here right now.
Aventurine is kissing him again and now Ratio was begging to be fucked. Aventurine hastily pulls himself out of his pants before pulling Ratio’s down. He fucks him, he answers his begging with something raw, and desperate, and passionate. Ratio’s voice increases in pitch as he gets faster, he fucks him harder, Ratio begs him for more. Aventurine knows that the entire neighborhood can hear them, and that’s what he wants. Fucking Ratio like this felt better than usual.
Aventurine pants hard, he moans with Ratio as he gets closer, and closer, until he explodes inside of him, his sight goes blank there’s only a flash of white that clouds his vision for a moment.
“Fuck you feel so good—… Veritas … Tell me you want me to fuck you …”
“I want you to fuck me harder Vasha! Fuck me harder!”
Aventurine moans with him and manages to fuck him even harder through his orgasm. After he’s finally done, he leans forward, pressing his forehead into Ratio’s shoulder and rubbing his hands over his husband’s muscular body.
“God, you’re so sexy when you cum for me like that.”
Ratio is still panting, but now he’s looking directly at Aventurine defiantly, there was anger and determination in his expression.
“Why would you do that?”
“You seemed like you liked it,” Aventurine says as he cups his cheek. Ratio turns out of his grasp angrily for a second time that night, and this time Aventurine wraps his hand around his throat. Ratio struggles in his grasp, he makes choking sounds as he grabs at Aventurine’s hand. “Veritas, you did like it … didn’t you?”
Aventurine’s head tilts curiously, a sick smile slowly spreads across his lips.
“We’re not done for the night Veri, are we?”
***
“I’m pregnant.”
Aventurine was about to leave for another night on the town when Ratio throws the news at him. There were tears in his husband’s eyes.
Aventurine’s eyes widen.
“What?”
“With your child. I’m pregnant Aventurine.”
Aventurine steps to him.
“If you think this is some version of a funny joke, you’re dead wrong—”
Ratio shoves the papers with the results of a blood pregnancy test in Aventurine’s face.
Positive.
Shit …
Ratio really was …
Aventurine falls to his knees in front of him before burying his face into his stomach.
“You’re not going to keep it, are you?"
Ratio pushes him off of him.
“I’m going to be at a friend’s house.”
“For how long? When will you be back?”
“I’m not coming back Aventurine.”
“You can’t just disappear with our child—!”
“Oh! So, all of a sudden something that doesn’t benefit you alone is ours?!”
“I’m going to be a father, and you want to take that away from me?”
“Fuck. You.” Ratio says through gritted teeth.
“You told me you couldn’t get pregnant anymore.”
“And you took that as an opportunity to repeatedly rape me?”
“It wasn’t rape—”
“You’re fucking delusional!”
“Veritas, stay … please … let’s talk about this … please …”
“You’re just going to tell me to get rid of them, and I’m not getting rid of my baby—.”
Aventurine grabs Ratio and turns him around in his grasp. There’s cold metal pressed against Ratio’s stomach.
“If you try to leave, I’ll be sure to kill all 3 of us.”
Ratio doesn’t say anything, Aventurine presses his lips to his ear,
“Veritas you two aren’t going anywhere.”
“You don’t even want them—”
“I don’t? Who told you that?”
“Aventurine, you don’t have to do this …”
“If you’re thinking about taking my unborn child with you, yes I do.”
“I’ll stay, so you don’t have to worry, okay?” Ratio gently grasps the hand that was pressing a gun to his womb. “I’ll stay, I’ll stay …”
Aventurine rubs his cheek against Ratio’s.
“Glad we’re on the same page. Tell your friend you’re not coming, and if they ask, tell them you’re safe with me. You are safe with me?” Aventurine presses the gun harder into Ratio’s stomach, “right?”
“I’m safe with you …”
Aventurine is silent before he finally lets Ratio go.
“That’s my good boy.”
Aventurine has the feeling that their relationship won’t be strained for much longer.
He knows Ratio will always bend to his will.
One way or another.