Rival? || Mathew & Alex
It was an outrage, is what it was. Alex couldn’t believe it. Just couldn’t. He thought Lambda would come back to him. Thought they would always be together, no matter what. Thought that last Valentine’s had been a fluke, that Lamba had never meant anything he said because Alex knew he had been high as balls, knew what Petrel was like when he was high, and he had figured just some time away to let things cool down wold fix everything, and he would have Lambda wrapped around his little finger again.
But no. No, instead, when Alex had sneaked back into the base from his last return trip to Interpol’s headquarters, he had heard the most peculiar of rumors. Did you see that guy with Executive Petrel? someone had said, and someone else had replied, the new guy? The scientist? I heard someone say they were together. Weird, right? And Alex had to agree. It was weird, because Lambda shouldn’t be loving anyone else. He was the only one. The only one. And something needed to be done about that.
He had dropped in on Petrel (in the shower, too—he still had such a nice body, Alex thought) and had done his digging; it had been easy. A quick tease and a quick insult, and Petrel had given him the name. Mathew. It was a sickening, disgusting name, and Alex hated the way it felt just to think it. But it was enough to find out who he was, because there weren’t many new scientists named Mathew. Alex had found him—he was tall, and, well... cute. And little red flags had gone off immediately in Alex’s mind, because that meant this Mathew actually had a shot, that Alex was actually going to have to compete with him, but he hadn’t made it to the top of his training group when he was a kid by playing nice, and sugar, he wasn’t about to play nice.
He spent maybe a week following Mathew around, learning his schedule, his lab, stole glances of him holding hands with and kissing his Lambda, and it was unforgivable. Totally, entirely unforgivable. And by the time today had rolled around, he was ready to make it known. Putting his knowledge of his new-found rival to work, he had taken a stroll down to his lab when he knew Lambda would be off busy working, when he knew that Mathew would be all alone, and when he got there, he slapped on the friendliest smile he was capable of and knocked politely on the open door.
“Hello?” he called, peering in at his rival, “hello, is this Mathew’s lab? Are you Mathew?”