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Mike stormed into the hotel room, stomping away from his lover. They had gone out dancing, had a good time up until someone asked Rayner to dance and what does he do? Piratically fucks the guy on the dance floor! His lover was all over that man, Alberto something or other, dry humping and grinding, acting like they did it often. Mike was pissed as HELL. He could not stand to see that shit! Where in the fuck did Rayner get off doing that shit with his lover only a few feet away, watching him for the bar. Was he TRYING to upset Mike? He knew Mike was low on self-esteem, he knew Mike had been and still could be suicidal. The bitch KNEW this but he did it anyways! What was he playing at? They were falling apart and Mike....Mike couldn't take it. He couldn't be without Rayner, he needed Rayner like he needed air. But...Rayner seemed as if he didn't care.

"What is your fucking problem?!" Rayner yelled as he followed Mike into the hotel room. He was just dancing, and Mike KNEW Rayner loved to dance. Yes, the man was very attractive, but Mike didn't have to be so jealous all the time. He wanted to have fun, and not have Mike breathing down his neck all the time.

"Your were piratically fucking that Spanish, Mexican, ugly ass rhino face fucker!" Mike shot back, turning to face Rayner

"I was not I was just dancing, you know I love to dance. Stop being such a jealous prick" Rayner snapped.

"Me!!! Rayner that was not DANCING! THAT WAS DRY HUMPING! HE WANTED YOU! YOU WERE MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING HIM!" Mike hissed.

"IT WAS NOT DRY HUMPING!!!! LOOK you are over reacting! You're just being jealous because men flock to me, it's not my fault I'm sexy" Rayner grunted.

"Oh fuck you Rayner! You act like you wouldnt mind running away with them damnit! You have a boyfriend and when we go out you spend more time with all those whores than you do ME!"

"It's not MY fault they are more interesting then YOU. You keep me locked up here like an animal. I need to party" He snorted.

That did alot to help Mike and his confidence.
"Rayner! You should like spending time with me. I am your LOVER!"

"Lover my ass! Since when was the last time we made love? You just lie there and act likes I'm raping you" Rayner sat down in a chair and crossed his arms.

"I do NOT! And if I did maybe its because all it is, is FUCKING to you! You act like we are nothing but fuck buddies!!" Mike raged.

"Well maybe we are since I don't remember the last time there was any love in our sex" Rayner screamed, absolutely furious.

"You wont let there be love in our sex! You dont seem like you love me! What happened Rayner?"

"What happened? Maybe I'm just waking up and realising that our relationship wont go anywhere"

"Wh-What?" Mike's anger dissolved into nothing but pain and hoplessness.
"Rayner what do you mean?" He cocked his head to the side.

"What I mean is that I don't know if I even love you anymore. Or why I even fell in love with you in the first place" Rayner snarled, venom dripping off each word.

That stuck Mike down hard.
"T-Then why are you with me huh? Why are you fucking leading me on like this?!"

"You know what" Rayner stood up and grabbed his coat, "I don't even know anymore" He said before walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Mike stared, his legs carrying him after Rayner.
With out Rayner...He had no one....
No reason to live...

Rayner pulled his jacket on and pulled his car keys out. He opened the door of his black Alpha and hopped in. He sighed, resting his head on the steering wheel before turning on the ignition and speeding away.

Mike watched him go, letting out a sob as he ran back inside. He just laid in bed a while before picking up his phone.
Where are you?
Mike<3Ray

You dont need to know where I am was the reply.

Mike chewed on his lip.
"Baby I cant live without you..." Mike sent back.

Rayner let out a stressed grunt before replying. I need to be alone

Mike whimpered.
For how long ?
He was cold and alone...