'Ahaa!' Javert peered down at Jean Valjean, his celestial blue eyes gleaming across the criminals face. 'I have finally caught you' he exclaimed, relishing in the moment. Valjean plopped down the random body he was carrying and gazed up into those crystal blue orbs. 'Please, just five more minutes with this suspicious unconscious man' Javert's gaze hardened. 'No. I've been hunting you down far too long' He took a stride towards the brooding man. Valjean pleaded 'Please Javert, or did that night all those years ago mean nothing to you?' The inspector paused, and then looked down. The fluffier man swished towards the uniformed man. He placed a single hand onto the shimmering brass buttons, tracing his way towards Javert's grizzled jawline. He began to caress his chin before Javert grasped his hand in his. 'Stop'. He glanced away from the ex-con. Jean Valjean leaned in close, his soft, manly lips brushing against the inspector's earlobe. 'What are you going to, punish me?'

Marius slowly drifted in and out of consciousness, his mind piecing together bits and pieces of his surroundings. He wasn't sure how much time passed in-between the snatches. When he finally came into focus, it wasn't the aching pain that caught his attention, nor the sudden change in location. It was the two men having sex. And even in his later years, when Cosette would fondly reminisce about her father, he would not be able to burn that image out of his brain.