"You can't, Ryou!" Ohtori snapped, grabbing Shishido by the elbow. "I won't let you when he's going to be there as well!"

"We'll be in a goddamn crowd, Choutarou! It's hardly like I'll be alone with him!" Shishido snapped, pulling his elbow out of Ohtori's grip.

"I don't trust him."

"No, you don't trust me," Shishido snapped, pulling at his hair. "Choutarou, why? For the past three months, you've been nothing but painfully possessive, barely letting me out of your sight. It will stop, do you understand me?"

"Ryou," Ohtori said, looking stricken as he pulled Shishido into his arms, "I'm sorry. I can't help that I keep getting jealous when you're not with me. I love you too much to lose you. I don't know what I would do if I did lose you."

"You'd survive," Shishido said promptly, pulling out of Ohtori's embrace to duck into their bedroom to change his clothes. He'd be damned if he let Ohtori control him. Love him as he might, Shishido was starting to chafe at the bit.

"Don't say such harsh things," Ohtori laughed, leaning against the door as he watched Shishido changed. "Ryou, don't wear those pants."

Shishido glanced up, blue eyes narrowed as he looked up from where he was focusing on lacing up a pair of tight black leather pants that were nicer than the kick around ones. "And why shouldn't I wear them? They're comfortable and presentable."

"I'm the only one allowed to see you in those," Ohtori said fondly, tilting his head to the side as he watched him.

Shishido dismissed the comment and continued to lace up his pants. He rummaged around the closet for a few seconds before coming up with a sleek, black sleeveless turtleneck that bared his stomach. Hell, why not? Atobe had given it to him last year for his birthday, it only made sense he would wear it to one of Atobe's parties. Pealing off his old white t-shirt with the phrase "Shot Happens," he quickly pulled the black crop shirt over his head and pulled his hair free.

"I think you should wear something else," Ohtori said darkly.

"I don't care to, and don't have the time," Shishido said with a smile. "I look fine, and it's not like I'm going to be there that long."

"I really think you should change," Ohtori glared.

"Get over it. They're clothes, big deal. It's not like they're going to cause people to notice me any way that they normally do." Shishido brushed his hair back and swept it into a ponytail. He tried to squeeze out the door past Ohtori but found himself slammed up against the wall, his wrists being squeezed painfully.

"Let me go, Choutarou," Shishido said calmly, trying not to wince at the pain. His wrists hurt, Ohtori had become rather fond of keeping Shishido's hands in a tight grip during sex, as if he didn't want Shishido to touch him back.

"I want you to change," Ohtori snapped. "Your black jeans and a t-shirt would be fine."

Shishido eyes narrowed, "Love, please, let me go."

"I want you to change," Ohtori repeated.

"If you don't let me go right now, I will make you let me go," Shishido growled. "So, please, let me go. I need to leave."

"Ryou…"

"Let me go." Ohtori's hands tightened around Shishido's wrists.

"I don't—"

Shishido closed his eyes, shoved his shoulder against Ohtori, twisted his hands out of Ohtori's grasp, and sidestepped him. His wrists were already starting to bruise; great, just what Shishido needed – a third degree should anyone see the marks. His watch would cover one wrist's, and he had a leather cuff that could hide the marks on the other one. Ducking into the bathroom he grabbed both items and put them on quickly as he reached the door.

He hadn't planned on leaving his cell phone home, but with Ohtori in the mood he was in, he didn't want to try and grab it and be caught. He stuffed his feet in his boots and left quickly, figuring he'd finish buckling the boots up when he was in the elevator. At the moment, he just wanted to get out.

~

"Nice bruises," Atobe murmured into Shishido's ear.

Shishido turned and frowned, "Don't start with me."

"I'm assuming Ohtori already did."

"Do not make me defend him anymore than I already have, all right?" Shishido said in exhaustion. "I'm tired of defending him. I love him, as he does me."

"Love doesn't bruise wrists and hips almost purple," Atobe said with a critical and worried eye. "You'd be safe with me, Ryou."

"Don't—"

"Right, I know," Atobe sighed, caressing Ryou's cheek. "Don't start with you, I won't win. Stubborn beauty. I just wonder how much more you can take before you lose it and leave."

Shishido couldn't meet Atobe's eyes and said no more than what he had already said.

~

"You're late."

"Traffic jam."

"That's not an excuse!"

Shishido narrowed his eyes as he stood in the doorway. "I'm supposed to be able to control the way traffic works? I'm not a god."

"You should have called and let me know!" Ohtori snapped. "Instead you left your phone home!" He chucked the phone at Shishido, he caught it. "Were you with him? Did he finally fuck you?"

Shishido stood there, still as a rock. "I suggest you stop before you say anymore, Choutarou."

"No! I won't!" Ohtori snapped, coming closer. "I told you not to wear that outfit! You look like you want to get fucked up against a building in an alley like a two-bit whore!"

Shishido cocked his head to the side a bit, expression freezing over. "You assume this because I wear low-cut pants and tight or short shirts?"

Ohtori's expression was stormy, and one Shishido had come to identify as his "You are mine!" face.

"All right then," Shishido said quietly. "I'm going to leave now. I'll have my brother come get my stuff tomorrow or the next day."

"Wait, Ryou?" Ohtori asked, panicked. "What…? Where you going?"

"I'm leaving," Shishido said, sticking his phone in his pocket. He gave Ohtori a sad smile, "I'll see you around sometime."

"You're leaving?" Ohtori said slowly. "But you'll be back?"

"No, love," Shishido said, turning and opening the door. "Not this time. You've changed, and I've ignored it. You're not the Ohtori Choutarou I fell in love with, I don't know who you are anymore, and that scares me. Your jealousy over Atobe, your lack of trust of belief in me, the way you hurt me when you don't get what you want? I can't take it anymore, Choutarou. I love you, but it's over."

And then Shishido turned, and walked away.

The End

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