(going through a divorce au)
“The only thing I want from you,” Mikey says, “is Spike.”
He’s beautiful. That’s the worst part. He showed up in the Inferno Orange 1956 Thunderbird Raph restored for their honeymoon, his body draped with every gift, hands burdened with every diamond ring, every floral enclosure card. He smells like old day lilies. It’s mid-July; he’s baking in the white faux mink—he doesn’t wear real fur—but that adds to his charm, the sweat beading at his temples, his bright, stubborn smile. Four years ago, Raph stripped that coat from him and made love to him three times between bubble baths and glasses of Armand de Brignac Rose. They weren’t guilt-fucks back then. He’d wanted Michelangelo’s light. Still does, but he lost his claim to that the morning he smiled at Leo in the elevator bay. If there’s anything Mikey deserves now, it’s honesty.
“This feels below you,” Raph says. “You’re not—cruel like this. You’re a good person. That’s why I loved you.”
“‘Loved,’” Mikey repeats. “Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, Raphie, what changed?” He’s spooning mushroom and herb pâté onto a skinny slice of French bread, and the pinkie that straightens as he eats isn’t so much affectation as self-preservation. When he caught Raph packing his bag, he’d swallowed hard and said, I’ll go polish your cufflinks.
Raph swirls a finger in his Perrier-Jouët. That’s one thing he won’t miss: all the fucking champagne. Leo likes tap water and tea with lemon, and he owns a single mug, gray, with a tiny chip on the rim.
“You never gave me a chance to be the better man,” Raph whispers.
Mikey laughs. His eyes flash. It’s the closest to anger that Raph has ever seen him, but he only folds his napkin, stands, and strokes Raph’s shoulder. Shimmering cascade of I’m-Sorry-Jewelry. Mikey’s wearing an entire gem mine between his wrists and his knuckles. “Maybe you have no idea what that even means,” he says, leaning close. His mouth is soft. “Keep Spike. I just wanted to see if I was worth that to you.”
By the time Raph finally stops trembling, Mikey has already settled their tab.
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