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Tenna was walking on air these days. Well, not actually, his magic couldn’t do that, but he felt like it.
He felt so… happy. And why shouldn’t he? TV Time was doing better than he could have ever imagined. The ratings were up, up, up, and so were his spirits. Thanks to Spamton, the new sponsorships had done wonders for them all over the Dark Worlds, and the Lightners were watching him practically every day! Each show was a winner, even the ones with little hiccups, as far as Tenna was concerned.
Thanks to Spamton…
Oh, Spamton. Tenna paused in scanning over the scripts, feeling his circuits get all warm and bubbly. He sighed, knowing his antennae were going all funny atop his case but he couldn’t help it! Spamton was just so… so wonderful. So smart and funny and handsome… Gosh, he was handsome. And a great kisser.
Tenna had had a few relationships before this, and they’d never lasted. Other Darkners always treated him deferentially or with a certain amount of fear because of him being a Boss Darkner, and though Tenna tried not to show it, it made him feel incredibly lonely. And a relationship with another Boss Darkner? That was bad news all around, like two territorial lions circling each other waiting for someone to show weakness.
But Spamton? He didn’t care. Sure, Tenna wasn’t blind to how Spamton had zeroed in on him early on. Of course he wanted a piece of Tenna. Everyone did. But once they’d begun their relationship? Spamton treated him like an equal. Told him what was what. Didn’t let Tenna push him around. It had chafed Tenna’s ego a little at first, but after a while it was such a relief. To have a partner instead of another peon? What a difference that made.
He didn’t notice the dopey grin creeping over his face as he was consumed with thoughts of the smart-mouthed addison. His award-winning smile. His loud, unpracticed laugh. His little comments. The looks he would send Tenna that would make him—him!—trip over his words. The way he kissed Tenna, and the sounds he made when Tenna—
Ok! That’s enough of that! He felt his screen grow warm and veered his thoughts away from more pleasurable topics. He had work to do! Normally he was a workaholic but it felt like these days Spamton was foremost on his mind. Sure, he saw his partner almost every day but it wasn’t normal to think about someone all the time, was it? It made him sound crazy. Like a stalker or something.
Another couple hours of semi-distracted work ticked by. He set aside a couple of scripts. He would go over them later with… Spamton…
Ok. Tenna stood up, grabbing the papers. He felt a shiver of excitement and paused to check his reflection in the mirror. Oh, Angel, stop! he ordered himself. He just wanted to check a few things with Spamton, he wasn’t taking him out to dinner or something.
Though, he would love it if Spamton would just let him take him out for a real romantic dinner date instead of another business dinner with sorta-kinda romantic vibes…
Gah! What is wrong with me! He hurried into the hallway, not even aware of the other Darkners scurrying out of his way. He frowned. This was ridiculous; how was he supposed to work with Spamton as his business partner if all he could think about was kissing him?
Wait. Tenna skidded to a halt. He knew what was happening to him. He’d broadcast more shows and movies with this premise than he could think of!
This is love!
Wasn’t it? Was he in love with Spamton? Tenna had never been in love before.
Was he jumping to conclusions? Well. He felt all off-kilter and goofy around Spamton. He thought about him constantly. He missed him when he wasn’t around. When they touched it was like being struck by lightning (in a good way) and when they kissed…
Oh Angel, when they kissed.
And sometimes, when he was alone, he dreamed about the kind of domestic bliss he watched the Dreemurs have but in his mind it was with the little addison by his side… as his husband. To wake up every morning alongside Spamton? That sounded wonderful.
He grinned unconsciously, rubbing the side of his case. Of course. He was so stupid. He was in love with Spamton. Oh thank goodness, he wasn’t insane or a stalker. What a relief.
He should tell him!
Wait, no, Spamton didn’t want things to get too serious. He’d made that clear early on. He liked Tenna a lot but he didn’t want “complications.” Whatever that meant.
But what if he did tell him?
What if Spamton was waiting for him to say something? What if he was shy? He began walking again, pondering, his feet carrying him to Spamton’s door automatically.
He should wait for a good moment. Maybe… ask him to dinner. No, Spamton never said yes to these things if he thought they were just dates. When they were on a smoke break? No, that was crass. How about over drinks in Tenna’s suite? Well… he’d want to be sober for this.
Well, he would think of something. Something spectacular, but tender. Sincere, but not too wordy.
In front of Spamton’s door, he straightened his tie, grinning. He gave the door a sharp rap and pushed it open.
“Oh ~Spam-my!~ Are you in here, partner?”