prompt: tyler is a really well known criminal and Craig is his loving husband
words: 730
warnings: brief mentions of smut

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The looks people gave the small male were not pleasant, most of them were aggressive and others were looks of disgust. Perhaps it was the ungodly amount of hickeys that were on display for all to see, maybe they were all jealous that they couldn't even dream of touching him, literally.

The small male ran a hand through his purple hair and walked into the all familiar bar, not to take a drink or to start working, but to stick to his husbands side like glue, he didn't mind, he loved the affection he was showered in and he loved watching everyone else give him jealous looks, cause they didn't belong to his hunky husband.

He smiled at the bartender, giving them a friendly wave, as they returned the gesture, he sat down on a bar stool and propped his elbows on the counters, resting his chin on his fists lazily, finally opening his mouth to speak. "Is Tyler here?" 

The bartender cracks a smile, before shaking his head, "No, I haven't seen him here recently, but my shift did just start." They explain, drying a glass and setting it on the shelf behind them. 

The man whines quietly, "He told me to get here and he's not even here himself." 

"Craig," The bartender begins, giving the man a soft smile, taking off his sunglasses and setting them aside to look the purple-haired beauty in the eyes. "Maybe he stood you up?" 

Craig shook his head, "No, He wouldn't." he responds knowing he was probably just cleaning up at work or something. "He loves me too much to do that." He reassures, mainly to himself.

The bartender gave a hesitant nod and continuing to clean up the bar, "Do you want anything to drink while you wait?" He offered, Making Craig shake his head.

"Not a big drinker," He admits softly, tracing circles on the counter, slowly getting more and more bored with every passing second, after an hour or so, when the bad thoughts of Tyler standing him up came into mind he sighed, "Fuck it, can I get  Struise Black Damnation? Heard they're pretty strong."

The bartender nods, "Indeed they are," He chuckles, grabbing a bottle from the fridge and sliding it to Craig, "It's on the house."

Craig nods thankfully, pocketing his wallet and cracking the cap open, taking a large chug of the drink, enjoying the burning sensation that traveled down his throat. 

The bar went silent when the door opened, everyone's head turned to face the new arrival, Craig included, he smiled softly when he saw the man he had waited soo long for, dressed in his favorite zebra pants and white singlet, his soft brown coat gave off a nasty vibe, one that Craig absolutely loved.

The new arrival looked around, his eyes locking onto Craig with a relaxed smile, he walked over towards him, sitting down on the chair next to him, an arm finding it's placed around Craig's waist, causing the smaller man to lean into his chest, his cheek brushing against the soft coat contently. "Brock, Two shots of vodka." He orders softly and the bartender obliges, setting two shot glasses and filling them with vodka.

"Bad day Tyler?" Craig asked softly, looking up into his blue eyes curiously. 

Tyler looked down at him and shook his head, "No. It was great," 

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Craig giggled as he stumbled through the front door of their shared house, Tyler was pressing gentle kisses up and down his husband's neck, leaving no space untouched as his arms pulled Craig's back closer to Tyler's chest, so he could continue with his affections easily.

"Tyler!" Craig laughed, his cheeks blushing red he felt the taller man nip at his skin, he bit his lip and held back his moans, Tyler smirked at his reaction, closing the door with his foot and pushing Craig against the wall, spinning him around so that he was facing the dominant lover.

They locked eyes once again, smiling softly as Craig pulled Tyler down for a tender kiss.

 Craig was happy with this, he loved his beautiful husband, he loved the thrill this lifestyle gave him. He loved life. This was good.