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"Get the fuck out of my house!" Mike seethed. The bitch was going to play innocent in front of HIS husband.

"M-mike I'm sorry Alex had a dream about me. But I had nothing to do with that. Please, just calm down." Chris said softly.
Alex looked between the two men.
"Alright I give. What's goin on?"

That was it. Mike lunged at Chris, throwing punch after punch down at his face. He was not going to stand in his house and let someone like Chris screw with him about HIS husband.

Chris was pissed but he knew better than to fight back. Mike wasn't doing much damage anyway. Chris simply shielded his face.
"Mike!" Alex exclaimed, he leaned down and grabbed Mike's shoulders. "What are you doing?!"

Mike pulled away his eyes hurt more than ever but he shrugged Alex off and jumped back down on Chris. "What? Scared if you hit his husband you might piss him off?" Mike taunted. He wasn't so sure of himself but he could pretend and this was where "The Miz" came out to play.

"I don't want to hit you Mike." Chris said, confused.
"Mike, please stop. It's not Chris's fault I had a dream. Don't take it out on him." Alex said.

Mike was gone, he let the Miz take over. The Miz was stronger and more confident. He swung a punch and caught Chris in the Jaw, hard. "You can fight back or ill beat the living shit out of you Chrissy." Miz said sweetly.

"Michael!" Alex exclaimed, pulling Mike off. Chris simply stared up at Mike incredulously, letting a few fake tears fall.

Miz laughed. "Oh God hes crying." Miz reached back and slapped Alex's hand off him. "And I would appreciate you getting your damn hands off me Riley." Miz raised a brow. "You can go willingly or I will put you out our front door on your ass."

"Mike, you told him to come here. It's your own fault if he listened. You will do no such thing Mike. I may not have feelings for him anymore but that doesn't mean he deserves to be beaten." Alex shook his head, extending a hand and helping Chris up.
"Thanks Alex. I'm fine. Really." Chris shrugged it off.
"Thank you for not hitting him back."
"It's no problem. I actually thought we were getting along pretty well." Chris sighed, and as Alex hugged him he smirked at Mike over his shoulder.

Miz was in control, very calm, very collected. Mike was somewhere crying his eyes out because Alex had just chosen Chris over him, taken his side over his. "Ummm Alex, I think you might want to watch who your talking to. I am not your bitch right now so either he goes or you both will leave this goddamn house." Miz said coolly. He shrugged, he was a heartless bastard.

Alex gently pushed Chris aside and took Mike's hands.
"Mike, I know you're in there." He knew how Mike got when he was pissed. He hadn't been talking to Mike. It had been Miz. "Calm down baby."

Miz rolled his eyes and snatched his hands away. "I won't repeat myself," His eyes were cold and calculating. "You know, I think you should hurry and either put him out or you can both leave."

Alex sighed.
"Chris please step outside for a moment."
Chris nodded. He walked over and hugged Mike.
"You know he still loves me." He hissed in his ear.

Miz scowled. "Gross, keep your fantasy's to your self and remember which one of us is leaving." He hissed back.

"Who's name was he moaning the other night? I seem to have forgotten?" He whispered and paused. He smiled after a moment, satisfied. "What I thought."

The Miz growled and with all the strength he could muster he rared back and punched Chris in the nose, making it bleed. He thanked Critter for the practice earlier.

"Michael Mizanin Riley!" Alex screamed. "I'm sorry Chris." He got Chris a bag of ice and led him outisde, telling him to wait right tere.

"That Michael Mizanin to you Alex." Miz sat on the side of the tub. Chris was going to leave this house, either Chris or him. Alex was about to chose.

"Mike don't do that." Alex shook his head. "And actually it's neither. I'm speaking to the Miz right now. Hey Miz can ya please send my Mikey back? The one who doesn't go crazy on my friend?"

"Yeah well, your friend decided he wasn't so nice when you left." He paused and pointed at a red hand print on side of his face, visible through the bruises. "No body bitch slaps us."

Alex didn't believe Chris did that. Chris was far too nice.
"Mike, how am I supposed to see anything through what Critter did to you?" He growled.

Miz blinked at him. "Are you calling me a liar?" He laughed humorlessly. "You have got to be fucking kidding me." He shook his head. "Fuck this, don't believe me. I just figured you would because you love and trust Mike." The Miz mocked. "If he were around he would be sobbing his little heart out." The Miz grunted. "Pathetic."

"Maybe that's the problem. I would believe Mike. No way in hell am I believing Miz." Alex said.

"Thats the only reason im here. Because he was scared you wouldn't believe him, you'd chose Chris over him. Which you did."