"So what brings you two in today?" The man sitting across a couple asked.
The pair gave each other a glance before one of them responded. "We've been having...some problems in our marriage."

"Oh fuck, you are so good." A pair of blue eyes stared at a set of green, loving the way they gagged and choked on his manhood.

"Okay, that's a start. A good start, rather. Accepting and realizing you are having issues is important." The man wrote something down on his notepad.

"Fuck! Right there! Don't stop!" A beg came from the smaller man now being penetrated, gripping onto the bedsheets as if their life depended on it.

"So tell me what happened that caused you two to come in today?" A set of brown eyes looked down at their hands, clearing their throat before speaking. "Well, it happened a month ago."

"Yeah, keep making those sounds, beautiful." The blue eyed man bit onto the pale skin of the smaller man, receiving a mewl in response.

"I was coming back home from work. I was sent home early because of construction and repair being done that day. I was ecstatic because I was going to spend some quality time with my husband."

Rough hands gripped the hips of the small man, now marked with hickeys and his seed. Both of their throats hurting from the heavy breathing.

"I entered my house and heard noises coming from our bedroom, which is upstairs. I was certain it was a burgler or something!" The man speaking was distressed and his partner instinctively grabbed his hand.

"What did you do?" The older man with glasses asked, noticing the gesture.

"I grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be my hockey stick, and walked up the stairs."

"What I would give to impregnate you and make you mine." Dry lips started making out with the man laying down on the bed, giggles filled the room before the jiggle of the doorhandle interrupted.

"J-Jonathan?"

"Evan!"

"You caught your husband cheating." The man wrote something else on his pad when the Asian man nodded his head.

"So you caught your husband in an affair. That must of set off something inside you. Everyone reacts differently to this. How did you react, Evan?"

"Oh, I was definitely furious! I was feeling so many things at once, Dr., I can't pinpoint which one though." Evan looked down at his feet, obviously upset.

"Well, we know what you felt, Evan. What about you, Jonathan?"

"E-Evan, it's not what it looks like." Jonathan quickly got off the bed and put on his pants. The small man quickly did the same. All Evans did was stare at Jon with wide, shocked eyes.

"I guess I was embarrassed? Scared? Ashamed?" Jonathan tucked his hands between his legs.

"Scared? Scared of what your husband could do to you?" The man fixed his glasses and leaned back in his chair.

"Absolutely! He's skilled with the hockey stick." Jonathan chuckled softly, recieving a nod from Evan.

"That's right, you still have the hockey stick. What did you do with it, Evan?"

"Evan, darling. Give me the knife. Let's talk about this, okay? But you have to give me the knife first." Jonathan slowly approached his husband, his heart racing when Evan lifted the knife and pointed right at Jon's chest. "You..."

"Its just a wooden stick I use when I go practice. It's not really a weapon but I had it to defend myself because I thought it was a robber. I sometimes hope it was that." Evan once again looked down, licking his suddenly dry lips. Jonathan looked to his side, studying the old wallpaper.

"But I didn't do anything drastic. I'm not one to lose my temper so easily. The most "threatening " I was when I slammed my stick on the floor and yelled at the guy to get the hell out my house!"

Tears ran down Evan's cheek as his breathing started to slow. Jonathan swallowed thickly and in a blink of an eye, Evan lunged towards Jon, firmly gripping the knife.

Evan rubbed his hands together as the older man wrote something down. "You handled this serious matter very well, Evan. Like I said, everyone handles this differently and you did it maturely."

Evan could only scoff and look at his hands. "I don't let my emotions get the better of me. And I didn't let that happen in this incident either."

Jonathan didn't react quickly enough, causing him to be pushed aside as Evan lunged towards the young man, who was standing directly behind the blue eyed man. And he definitely didn't react quickly enough when a flash of red came out the side of the green eyed man. "YOU WHORE!!" Evan's eyes were wild and filled with rage. The man had been stabbed and Jon could only stand and watch the event unfold.

The young man screamed as he booked it out the room, holding his side and leaving a trail of blood.

"And you, Jonathan? Did you put up a fight? Tried to reason with your husband? Intervene?"

Jonathan finally snapped out of his shock, walking out the room and followed the fresh blood down the end of the hallway to a gruesome scene.

Evan was straddling and repeatedly stabbing the clearly dead man. So much so that the point of the knife broke off. Jon slowly walked behind, getting a sick, closer look at the result of his infidelity.

Green eyes stared lifeless back at him, the chest starting to open up due to many open wounds being made. It seemed Evan wanted to torture him because the first stab he did was sliced open and across the abdomen, revealing the muscle and now spilled guts of the once alive man.

Jonathan placed his hand on Evan's tense shoulder, instantly stopping his continuous stabbing. Evan didn't realize till now that he wasn't breathing normally, letting in a broken lungful of air. He finally took a good look at his victim. He threw the knife away and looked at his hands. Blood soaked. Red and swollen after gripping the handle with such force.

Evan lifted himself up, not taking his eyes off of the mutilated body. He turned and faced his unfaithful husband. "Ev, baby, please forgive me. I-I, I can't go back and change what happened but p-please forgive me." Jonathan began stumbling over his words, very much afraid of what Evan was capable of. "You want me to forgive you?" Evan looked at his husband and nodded his head at the body.

"Get rid of him."

"I didn't do anything, Doc. I couldn't do anything. He chased him out and I was certain he will confront me after. But he didn't do anything. Didn't even spoke to me. So I decided to take it upon myself and try to make things work." Jonathan softly grabbed Evan's hand, receiving a small squeeze. "And what was it that you did?"

"I did all the things Evan has been wanting me to do for the longest but have always put it off. I decided to pull my weight around the house. Like finally cleaning out the garage,"

Evan stood at the entrance of the door leading to the backyard, seeing his husband drag a plastic wrapped body into the 8 foot hole already made.

"Filling the leaks and holes from the attic,"

Jonathan poured cement into the remaining space of the hole, filling it completely before quickly getting to work with the wood cutting.

"Getting new flooring for the house,"

The gazebo was finished and placed perfectly on the once visible hole, in time for dinner. Jonathan didn't slept the entire night as he scrubbed and washed the floor before removing the floorboards and placing the new ones Evan bought.

"And actually spending quality time with the love of my life." Jonathan looked to his side and smiled at Evan. The Asian man looked back, smiled softly before looking down.

Jonathan was on his knees, kissing and caressing Evan's feet and legs. Repeatedly apologizing, Evan could only look at his pitiful husband with emotionless eyes.

"As much as I appreciate everything he had done in the last month, I just keep seeing him laying on top of that man. But I don't want to leave him either. As much as I hate him for cheating on me, I still love him, Doc." Evan quickly wiped a single tear from his eye. The older man hummed in agreement and placed his notepad on his desk before leaning back in his chair. "That's why we are here. Jonathan didn't protest against us going to marriage counseling so we are hoping that you can help us."

"Well," the older man cleared his throat and pushed up his glasses. "It is obvious that you both still love and care for each other and want to fix this. You both acknowledging that there is a problem and agreeing to seek help is a huge step in resolving your problem. If you keep with your schedule of seeing me, you both will prosper with your marriage once again."

The couple smiled and held each other's hands, letting out a sigh of relief. Jonathan let out a small chuckle,"God, I'm glad I agreed to this. I don't know what would have happened to me if I didn't."

The marriage counselor smiled softly,"And what do you think would have happened to you?"

Jonathan softly smiled and looked to his left, seeing his husband Evan smiled back. Jonathan knew the meaning behind the smile and it sent a chill down his spine.

He looked back at the older man, the smile never fading. "Let's continue with this session."