I finished the dye and wiped my forehead. I had just finished about fifty dyes since my stock was getting low. Thankfully, I had learned to make dyes that didn't require a developer to work -which was much quicker to make.

I also had made bleach since I would have to bleach Mark's hair before dyeing it.

Mark was looking at me. He was sitting on the couch with the soldier that had 'guarded' him, Felix, next to him.

Yesterday, I had talked to everyone, and especially the troop leaders and had told them all about Mark. Well, not all, but still enough so that they understood why I trusted him and to what extent and also why I was willing to give him a chance to join our troops.

Many were reluctant -and I could understand why- but I had told them to trust me. Thankfully, everyone knew me and knew that I always made good choices.

I had also told them that since he was the enemy's leader, he could help us gain back our rights more if he was right alongside us. And it had been the winning argument that tipped the board.

Everyone had been willing to try it out.

However, they had insisted that I take a soldier with me at all times. I had accepted since I knew that I couldn't fully trust my judgement.

Many had volunteered, but I'd chosen Felix since I knew him pretty well already.

Felix was one of the rare soldiers to have gray hair -natural ones at that- which was fascinating. Since there were only three gray-haired people in our group, they had been able to chose their division.

Felix was in the blue division, my old division.

I had decided to make him team leader since I couldn't be both the Chief and the blue team's leader. Our old Chief had done it, but I didn't feel ready to take on that many responsibilities at once.

I already had to choose a new team leader for the purple and pink team. It wasn't a very hard task since I knew my soldiers and knew who was the best to take this role. But it was still hard considering the emotional tole that came with it.

"Ethan?" Mark snapped me out of my thoughts. I blinked and noticed that Mark was right in front of me, snapping his fingers. Felix was right behind him, hand on his gun.

I smiled at Mark and he looked relieved. "Sorry. Are you ready to get your hair done?" Mark nodded and I smiled at him.

"Alright, sit in this chair then, please." Mark obeyed.

I glanced at Felix and they looked unsure of what to do.

"Go sit and have something to eat, Felix. You must be hungry." Felix blushed and nodded before listening to my advice and sitting down to grab a bite. I turned back to Mark who was listening to our exchange and who looked pretty angry.

"S'that your new partner?" Mark asked coldly and I raised a brow.

Jealous much?

"Felix? They're a friend and a great soldier. And no, they're not my partner. They actually have a partner, Cry." Mark blushed a bit and turned his head. "So, red still?" I asked him, changing the subject.

"Still?" Felix asked, quoting me. "I told you, I knew him from before. I used to dye his hair red." I said, while putting on my gloves and taking out the bleach that I had made a bit ago.

"Ready?" Mark nodded and I started working on his hair.

This was going to be fun.

I finished washing the rest of the dye that didn't take off of Mark's hair.

His hair wasn't nearly as damaged as it used to be 3.5 years ago since I now knew how to repair broken hair.

I grabbed the nearest red towel and started drying his hair. Those towels used to be white, and I used to not know that you actually have to wash the dye out with shampoo and not just water, but whatever.

I walked in front of Mark and bent down a bit to dry the hair in front of his eyes. I pulled the towel away, ready to walk back to behind Mark. However, Mark's eyes stopped me.

He was looking at me in awe.

He looked so beautiful.

I just wanted to kiss him.

It seemed that Mark had the same idea since he put his hand on my cheek and brought my head down to his level before kissing me.

The move shocked me at first, but then I realized what was happening and started kissing back.

It was slow at first, but it quickly got heated. Mark still had his hand on my cheek and it was about the only thing that hadn't changed about our position.

I was sat on Mark's lap, one hand running through his hair while the other one was holding his head.

Mark's hand went from my cheek to my hair and I moaned. I loved it.

I wanted him to touch my hair more.

I wanted him to grab it while roughly f- "Uhm." Someone cleared their throat which made Mark and I pull away.

I opened my eyes and stared at Mark's face which was redder than his hair.

He was breathing heavily just looked so s- "Uhm." The same person from before cleared their throat, although louder than before and I snapped out of it before looking at them.

Oh.

Yeah.

Right.

Felix.

I cleared my throat as well, blushing even more than I already was at Felix's gobsmacked expression.

"Uhm. You can leave us soldier. You can tell anyone asking to see me that I have some 'unattended business' to do." I said with a smirk which made Felix blush.

He quickly stormed outside which made Mark and I chuckle. I was still sitting on his lap and I could very well feel his erection against my thigh. I already knew that Mark had a dick since I had seen him change in the locker room. He however didn't know what I had in my pants. And I preferred it that way.

"So... I'm 'unattended business' now?" Mark said in his deep voice and I shivered a bit. Two could play that game.

I got close to Mark's ear and whispered "Yeah... And I don't know if you've heard, but I've gotta do you..." while slightly grinding my hips into his. Mark moaned at the contact.

"I'm okay with that." Mark said breathlessly.

I ran my hand through Mark's hair -that was still wet- before kissing him again. Mark reacted almost immediately by kissing me back. I licked his lips and he moaned as I slipped my tongue past his lips.

"Fuck Ethan..." Mark moaned which made me moan as well.

I wanted him.

I didn't want to think about war anymore.

I wanted to think about Mark.

"I want you Mark." I whispered, looking Mark in the eyes. Mark blushed.

I got up and grabbed Mark by his sleeve. I walked to my bed and pushed Mark on it. I took off my shirt and Mark blushed bright red.

"Fuck... You're beautiful..." It was my turn to blush.

I got on top of Mark and, as if suddenly realizing what was happening, I got scared.

Was I really willing to give my body up like that? I didn't even know if Mark loved me.

I couldn't do this.

"Ethan? Are you okay?" I looked at Mark, unable to talk.

A tear fell down my cheek which shocked Mark. "Ethan? We don't have to do this if you're not comfortable. Ethan? Talk to me, buddy." I started sobbing and Mark sat up before putting his arms around me. "Hey... Ethan... Don't cry... We don't have to have sex. We don't even have to kiss if that's not ok with you." That was reassuring.

"I don't know if I trust you..." I whispered. "Hell, I don't even know if I can trust you!" Mark hugged me tighter. "You can. You really can." Mark whispered back

"How do I know that?" Mark started stroking my hair.

I liked that.

No one had ever touched my hair.

I didn't want anyone but Mark to touch my hair.

And just like that I understood what Mark was telling me.

I already trusted him. And I could. Because all he was doing was touching my hair.

And he trusted me. He was ready to have sex with me. He let me dye his hair. He was hugging me right now.

I pulled away from his hug and looked at him. Mark took my hand and squeezed it. Dyed hair really did suit him better. I gently pressed my lips onto his. But only for a second. Mark smiled at me.

"Thank you Ethan -No. Thank you Blue." I smiled at him.