What Next?

Zack stood and walked to the bathroom. As he passed he noticed who Mike was texting. A burning flame of jealousy arose in the pit of his stomach.
He quickly shook it off. He was Mike's bitch, not his lover anyways.

She wanted to come over, he refused her but she said she was coming over anyways....annoying slut. But he was not one to hit a girl, so when she knocked on the door he didn;t hit her, he was just aggravated.

Zack froze when he stepped out of the bathroom and Maryse was there.
"Mike, is she staying?" He couldn't call him Master in front of Maryse, but he still said it very politely.

"Yes!" He answered before Mike could get a word in. He rolled his eyes, there was no way in hell she way staying.

Zack nodded, insides twisting and churning.
"Should I give her my bed... or is she staying in yours?" The last part was hissed through gritted teeth. Oh, he was a possessive bitch.

Mike frowned at his bitch, but it turned to a frown at Maryse as he sat on his bed.
"Im sleeping in his." He batter her eye lashes at Mike.
Mike glared, he was about to put her out on her french- whatever the hell ass.

Zack clenched and unclenched his fists. He heard one sexual sounding noise and that bitch was dead. He didn't care if she was a girl. Mike was HIS Master. He chewed angrily on his bottom lip.
"Fine." He laid back in his bed.

Maryse got up and whispered in Mike's ear, she wanted to stay for at least a while. Mike knew how good she was when it came to giving head but he wasn't so sure. Letting someone else touch him was like letting someone else touch Zack and that was not fucking going to happen. He was thinking so hard he didn't noticed her palming him through his loose sleeping pants until the blond bimbo kissed him.

Zack had his head buried in the pillow, fisting the sheets, biting down on his lip so hard he drew blood. He wasn't as stupid as Vince made his character seem. He knew something had to be happening over there. When he turned and saw Maryse kiss HIS fucking Master, he lost it. He stood out of his bed and grabbed a fistful of Maryse's bleach blond hair in his hand.
"I THINK it's time for you to leave." He hissed as he stood her up from the bed. He didn't give a fuck what the consequences from Mike would be. He would not let this go on anymore.

Mike stared at his bitch in shock as Zack took Maryse by the hair of her pretty little head. He scrunched up his nose in disgusted as he wipes his mouth, the taste of her cherry flavored lip gloss clinging to his tongue.
"And what in the fuck are you doing Zack?" Mike questioned, not really caring.
Maryse screamed and tired to hit Zack or make him let go, whichever came first.
"Mike! Help!" She screeched as she swung her hands wildly. Mike simply pursed his lips.
"This is my room, yes I pay for it but its his room to an extent, he is.....my lover and you need to back to fuck off."

"What do you think I'm doing Mike?" He snapped. He was out of bitch mode. He was now in possesive jealous lover mode.
"And you really think he'd help you, slut?" He laughed. "You DO need to back the fuck off. Now leave this room before i MAKE you leave." He snarled and let go of her hair, shoving her towards the door.

Mike frowned, his eyes narrowed as his chest gave a squeeze, did Zack just forget his place in this relationship? "Don't you fucking dare speak to me like that Zachary!" He snarled as Maryse stumbled before standing again.
"Fuck you Ryder! Like he wants a loser like you, your nothing but some fuck toy! A bitch, a slave! He dont love you, he dont even like you!"

Zack didn't even hear his Master speak. His eyes were locked on the blonde bimbo in front of him. Those words stung. Mostly because they were true.
"Fuck you whore." He growled. "Now. Get. The Fuck. Out." He snarled. HE threw her over his shoulder with ease and stormed to the door, tossing her out. He then slammed it shut and locked it.

Mike was still just standing there, his eyes narrowed and a look of contempt on his face. "Since when do you fucking talk to your master like that you bitch." Mike felt his stomach churn, Zack was not supposed to ignore his orders.

Zack climbed on his bed, wanting to curl up in a hole somewhere and die as Maryse's words played over and over in his head.
"Sorry Master. I was upset but I shouldn't have talked to you like that." His voice cracked.

Mike didn't know what to think about as Zack's voice cracked and splintered.
Mike tried to shake it off, he didn't need to care. It was none of his business.
But it was and he knew it.

Zack tried not to cry. He really did. But eventually he gave in and let silent tears soak his pillow. God, maybe Mike was right. Only pussies like him cried.

Mike knew he was crying, he could just feel it, he just knew. He was beside himself, he never comforted people, they were not worth it.
But he wanted to make the tears stop.

Zack kept the sobs silent. The only sign he was crying was, if you actually cared and were paying close enough attention (which he doubted Mike was) you could see his shoulders shaking.

Mike bit the pad of his thumb as he watched his bitch shake....his....lover shake. Mike shook that thought away, he did NOT keep lovers. He tried to hold out and go to sleep, maybe just pretend Zack wasn't there but it didn't work. Mike slowly got up and sat on the edge of the other bed.
"Stop crying bitch...." He commanded softly, it wasn't much of an order but it was all he could think of.

"S-sorry Master." Zack fisted away tears. He cursed himself at his trembling voice.

Mike sighed as he reached out to touch Zack's wet cheek.
"Stop it...."
He didn't like this at all.

"I'm trying Master. I apologize." Zack tried his hardest to make his voice sound normal as he again attempted to wipe away the tears.

"Zack stop it...." He weakly ordered, he didn't know what to do...He never comforted people but he had to do something, he couldn't take seeing his bitch cry.

"I'm t-trying!" Zack let out a loud, heart breaking sob as he dug the palms of his hands into his eyes.