#but ummmmmmmmmmm bratty temper tantrum malcolm is bae

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" Be a good boy for me." (For Malcolm obvs)

Spoiled rotten rich boy throws temper tantrum in local precinct; more at 11.

Many factors usually toss Malcolm into a tantrum; the stress of his latest case, the stress of his family, the stress of being alive. The stress of secrecy. All of it builds up, crushes his chest, makes his tremors worse and his therapy visits annoyingly long. He's mere steps closer to solving this case, and like fucking clockwork, everyone distrusts him. They steer him in the wrong direction and they tell him that his instinct must be wrong.

The only thing that keeps him sane these days, the only safe space for him is Billy; and that means, unfortunately, that Billy is the one that gets caught in his crosshairs at times. Normally it's just a quick snip back, a tone of voice, a bark of annoyance or a bratty quip before he's eating his words and Billy has him down and cuffed. No cuffs here - well, none that can be used with polite company. And that's another thing; nobody likes his involvement with Billy.

Just one more frustration when the larger male comes to visit this time. And normally, Malcolm is one to tip the scales. He loves it when Billy visits. He likes it when everyone stares, glares, whispers among themselves. The profiler usually lets touches linger and stares pointedly at others as he kisses Billy (and maybe he puts a little tongue in there sometimes too, because it's thrilling when others stare at them that way), but today he's at his limit.

Not to mention he and Gil had just finished a shouting match minutes before Billy arrived.

"Good boy- a good boy?" He's practically growling, but the tone is tense. He's on the edge of ... something. He doesn't know what it is, but it's a familiar feeling. He needs someone else to take control. He wants to shut his brain off and not think and just as he tosses a folder aside on his desk haphazardly, snarling out in frustration, does he finally realize just who it is he's being snarky with. Billy should be used to some sass, but not this level of tantrum. Malcolm is usually good about not being a petulant child with his boyfriend.

"What constitutes being a good boy in this scenario, Billy? Huh?" A glance at his trembling hand just frustrates him further and it takes every single ounce of strength in his body to reel back the tantrum already boiling over. He holds his trembling hand with his stable hand, gripping so tightly his knuckles bloom white. "Everyone in this place thinks I'm crazy. No matter what I do, it's never going to be good enough for them unless I catch this guy, so can I please just -"

A huff, and he glares at the folder on his desk. A few steadying, deep breaths, and he side-eyes Billy with only a hint of shame in his eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry." Apologise now, because he knows punishment later is going to be brutal for barking back at his lover this way. He welcomes it. He can't wait for it. "I'll - I'll be good." Another pause, and he finally drags his eyes up to catch Billy's stare. "I'll be a good boy."