Richie walked into his house slowly. He knew this had to happen, but he was scared of how it would go. He dropped his jacket messily onto the hook that was next to the door and slipped his shoes off not too long after.

He heard feet shuffling towards the door before Eddie peaked around the corner. The brunette came close to his lover before kneeling on the ground, head hung as he waited for the command from Richie. He knew better than to look up or move from this position till Richie told him to.

Richie looked down at the other man and felt tears well up in his eyes. He walked past him and sat on the couch before taking off this belt and laying it on the cushion beside himself. He wiped his tired eyes and looked over at the kneeling figure in the hallway. "Come here, Ed's." He said, struggling to keep his voice from breaking.

The figure in the hallway moved up from the cold floor and rushed to his lover. He stood there, staring Richie in the eyes, looking as innocent as ever. His brow was slightly raised at the unusual use of his nickname, or name in general. "I love you so much, baby. You know that right." Eddie nodded. "Of course, Daddy. I know."

A sad smile came to Richie's face as the images and text Stan had shown him that night ran through his mind. His lover's naked body riding and kissing Bill, his best friend and Stan's boyfriend. Looking at the messages of Eddie telling him how he was unhappy and Richie wasn't satisfying anymore. It hurt...it hurt like hell.

Richie lifted his hand and caressed Eddie's face before he felt his lips curl his up into a forced smile. Eddie grabbed Richie's face and brought him into a kiss, climbing into his lap as he did. "What's wrong, Chee? What happened?" Eddie asked, noticing Richie wasn't kissing back.

Eddie looked the taller male in his eyes questioning-ly, Richie licking his lips. "I want you to get out, Eddie. I know what happened with you and Bill. Stan told me everything and I need to you...I need you to get the fuck out." He managed, pushing Eddie to the side and standing up. Eddie was sat there, eyes wide and throat dry.

He listened to the retreating footsteps of Richie and looked up, watching him go to the kitchen and start pouring a drink. He got up from the couch and went to stand by his lover. "Richie, it didn't mean anything. I promise. I was just lonely and you wouldn't touch me. You wouldn't be home most night and I just wanted to be loved." Eddie pleaded frantically.

"I did love you, Eddie. Fuck, I still do. But you fucked him, more than once. You're gonna tell me that all of those times meant nothing?" Richie asked, looking at Eddie's teary eyes. "You fucked him and you came back to me every night after as if you didn't. You looked Stan in the eye as if you still fucking cared about him- as if you weren't fucking his boyfriend!"

"Please Richie, I love you, I love you so much. Daddy, please don't leave me." Eddie begged, tears forming in his eyes. He knew he was fucked, he knew it was wrong, but damn, he couldn't lose Richie.

Eddie grabbed Richie's face and brought their lips together. He tried pulling away, but Eddie had a tight grip. He eventually stopped fighting and let his mouth be assaulted by his boyfriend's. Richie picked up the smaller male and put him on the kitchen counter. He pulled away, but Eddie continued the kisses down his neck, biting and sucking every so often.

Richie felt pleasure run through his body at the small action. He hated that the smaller male could get him back under his thumb, make him feel so special and wanted. He couldn't make himself reject the affection, so he caved.

'Just one more taste of you...'

"Please don't leave me, Rich." Eddie whispered against his tattooed neck.

He gripped Eddie's hair and pulled him away, making the brunette whine in response. Instead, the ravenette kissed his lips roughly and ran his hands up Eddie's shirt, letting his hands grip at Eddie's waist. Eddie felt his shirt being lifted up, shivering at the cold air and light touches that were running up his side.

Richie picked him up again, and walked them to their bedroom. He threw the male onto the bed before he climbed above the brunette. He looked down at him and finally felt the rage come to him. He finally accepted that this was real and Eddie had cheated...so many times.

"Get the fuck up and get naked. I want you stripped and on the bed ready to be fucked." With that, he got up and walked out of the room and to the kitchen. He grabbed the glass of liquor from before and quickly downed it. He placed both his hands on the counter and looked over to the living room.

He stared at the pictures of him and Eddie over the years. Their anniversary that was just last week, their first date and even Bev and Ben's wedding. They were holding each other close and swaying with the slow rhythm of the song. He poured himself another glass and downed that before going back to the room.

He rounded the turn into their room and saw Eddie three fingers deep into his ass. His knees were buckled under himself and his face was buried deep into the mattress as he moaned and whined into them. Richie walked over, stripping himself of his clothes and climbing onto the bed behind Eddie. He picked up the lube bottle that was pressed against Eddie's knee and squirted it in his hand.

He wrapped his hand around his dick and pumped it, getting it hard and lubbed up. "Move your hand, baby." Eddie moved his fingers and put his hand next to his face. The ravenette gripped Eddie's waist roughly and thrusted in without warning. A loud cry came from Eddie at the sudden thrust, but he wasn't in pain.

He fisted the sheets and screamed into them at the rough and fast pace the Richie set immediately. "Fuck- Daddy- you feel so good. You're so big, filling me up so good." Eddie praised as he felt tears run down his face. "You're so tight, baby. You feel so good around my cock." Richie praised, moaning as Eddie contracted around him.

"Only for you, Daddy. This ass is just for you- no one else." Eddie promised, but it fell on deaf ears. All Richie thought about were the pictures. How Eddie looked as he did now on Bill's cock. He felt tears run down his cheek and began thrusting rougher and faster.

His fingers dug into Eddie's hip so he could go as deep as possible. His nails just barely broke skin as Eddie's climax drew close.

"Da- RICHIE!" Eddie screamed, cumming all over the bed and falling onto his chest as his arms buckled. His hips were being held by Richie as he was continued to be fucked into. It took a few more seconds for Richie to cum deep into Eddie, pulling out not too long after.

They cuddled up to each other and laid in silence. Eddie had his head resting on his lover's chest, a content smile on his face at the thought of him and Richie staying together. He let his eyes fall closed at the warmth and comfort coming from Richie.

"Get out, Eddie. I wasn't kidding earlier, I need you to get the fuck out and of you don't, I'll call the fucking cops." He said, getting out of the bed and walking to the door. "You have 10 minutes. When I come back you need to be gone." And then he disappeared into the bathroom. He ran the shower and slowly got into the hot water.

About 10 minutes later he walked back into the room and saw an empty bed. He took his damp towel off and began wiping off the cum stain Eddie had left. Once it was mostly gone he sat with a huff, naked and sitting in silence. He looked over the room and at the clothes that were left by the smaller male.

Tears poured quickly down his face as he realized all 5 years he dedicated to Eddie was a waste. It all meant nothing worth keeping. So now, in an empty room, he laid down and cried himself to sleep.