A/N: Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeee. I'm back and better than ever! Okay, not really but you get the point. I'm just really pumped right now. I had garlic bread, watched Shane Dawson try to cook… it has been a fun evening. And what better way to express it, than with yaoi?

Jean: Really?

Me: Oi idiot, don't blame me. You're the one with the boyfriend. T-T I'm so lonely. Anyways, let's continue, oui?

Jean's POV

Jean lay there, his mind whirling with thoughts.

Why did I ever try to make him miserable?

Why did he let me?

Why did he stay?

Why would he try to deal with it?

What was he thinking?

Looking over at the now-sleeping brunette, Jean felt his heart twisting and shattering inside his chest. One question rose above the others. It tormented him and made it impossible for him to think of anything else.

Why does he trust me?

The blonde growled and dug his nails into his head. He wasn't supposed to be focusing on his problems. This was about repairing Marco. But why did he feel so confused?

All these years, he had fantasized about having Marco with him, but none of the fantasies were quite like this. Never before had he considered how much reconstruction had to be put into this. If he could go back and change how he'd acted, he sure as hell would. Marco didn't deserve to suffer like this. No one did.

"Jean? Can I talk to you?" Jean jolted up, but was careful to not disturb the sleeping teen next to him.

"Mom? Yeah, what's up?" Mrs. Kirstein sat down on the foot of the bed, smiling softly.

"I want to know why you brought him here. Don't bother lying, because I'm not mad. Just… curious as to why you spoke up now of all times."

"I… I saw him trying to kill himself and I just… snapped. There is no way in hell I'm ever going to let anything hurt him." He accented his sentence with a growl and pulled Marco onto his chest. His mother blinked, her eyes wide.

"I… I see. That's okay with me, just… if it becomes anything other than friendship, make sure his grandfather is okay with it." Jean nodded.

"Thanks mom. Your support means a lot to me." She smiled and stood up.

"What kind of mother would I be if I didn't support you? Oh, and I like the effect he has on you." She winked before opening the door. "I approve." Jean rolled his eyes.

"And I'm going to stop you there. Thank you and good bye." His mother walked out, laughing as she went.

"Mothers…" Jean groaned. Marco shifted, letting out a small whimper in his sleep. Jean was automatically shifted to allow him a better pillow. He stroked the brunette's hair affectionately. Marco was the most beautiful thing he'd had with him in a long while.

"J-jean? W-wha-?" Marco mumbled sleepily. Jean smiled.

"What's up? I thought you were sleeping." Marco shifted so he could sit up.

"I was… until you woke me up." Jean's amber eyes widened.

"Oh shit, sorry." Marco smiled.

"No, it's okay. Really, I would have woken up anyways." Jean stared at him. Amber bored into brown, and the two seemed to have a silent conversation.

"Fine, whatever. I'll take that excuse this time. Next time, let me freaking apologize! Deal?" Marco rolled his eyes, but still smiled.

"Deal." Jean pulled Marco back under his arm.

"You do realize you're stuck with me now?" Marco blinked.

"You make that sound like a bad thing." Jean froze. Hearing that from the one person he cared about most… it was addicting.

"Damn it Marco…" He groaned, pressing his hand to his forehead. "Stop making me fucking love you." Marco smiled innocently and nuzzled Jean in response.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Jean growled at Marco, grabbing his wrists and pinning him underneath.

"Maybe this will give you a hint as to what you do to me." Leaning down, Jean pressed his lips harshly onto the other's. Marco's eyes shut and he let out a small moan. Jean pulled away a moment later. "You like that Freckles?"

"W-wow…" Marco panted heavily and his eyes were somewhat clouded. "What was that for?"

"Do I really have to spell it out? I. Fucking. Love. Yo-" Jean was interrupted by Marco reaching up and pulling him back into a kiss.

"I get it. I just wanted to make sure." Marco whispered. Jean smirked and planted a kiss on his neck.

"Well I'm damn sure that I'll be here as long you need me." Marco squeaked and blushed.

"I-I… well… I love you so that'll be a long time…"

"It had better be, because either way, I'm not leaving."

"I would expect nothing less."

A/N: Yup… uh… that happened. Before you guys go to leave reviews about how my fluff sucks, I'd like to mention that I'm not used to it yet. Love you all, and… uh… see you next chapter?

Phoenix out~