+Gibbs+
I smile as Thomas walks in after a long day of planning and sigh as he stretches out beside me. I smirk as I tug my legs into position before curling up against his side "You ok? I'm Sorry I couldn't help...but my Spanish is crap"
Thomas chuckles before running a hand through my hair "It's ok, everything is settled"
A soft sigh escapes my chest as I arch up into the caress before nuzzling his neck "So when is the date of our Wedding?"
"A week tomorrow"
I nod and yawn before smirking "Sorry...our first night back in our own bed, and I am yawning away"
He shakes his head as he tugs me closer "Your body needs to finish healing from your bout with tracheitis"
I nod before drifting but snap awake as I feel Thomas moving away and I tighten my arms "Wha-?"
Thomas rolls his eye before gently pulling away "I'm just gonna get undress"
My cheeks heat up and I watch with daken eyes as he lays down beside me in all his glory...and I realise I'm no longer tired. I quickly strip myself before tugging him ontop of me "Make love to me?"
+Kort+
How could I reject the gentle demand? I simply reply with a kiss, a long, soft, savouring kiss...I let my tongue explore that delicious cave and for the first time, I feel completely lost. Lost in his body, lost in his being, lost in this delicious mixture of silence and lust. I descend with my mouth, once my thirst is satisfied, to travel across his skin...I want to taste his love, the liquid form of his love...I want to swallow the essence of this man...His truth, his being, his self...
+Gibbs+
My back arches in pleasure...and I let out an embarrassing squeak as Thomas suddenly swallows me down to the base (He is amazing!). I reach down and tug him up to face me before taking his lips into a demanding kiss, growling in arousal as I taste myself on his tongue.
Thomas smirks and straddles his Lovers waist...before suddenly impaling himself.
A gasp escapes my chest and I arch my back in pleasure, while biting my bottom lip to keep myself from shouting out. Once I am able to speak, I glare up at him "You are naughty...very naughty"
He just smirks while rocking on me "Come on then, Gunny! Show this 'naughty boy' what you can do!"
My eyes slit at the challenge and I tug him down, while forcing him to shift his hips and smirk as his hips stutter "See...I may not be able to move my hips...but I can still grant you pleasure" with that I take his lips, swallowing his moans while wrapping a hand around his cock. I pull back slightly "Cum for me Thomas...only me"
+Kort+
I twist my waist, in a move (I know) makes he lose his mind "I shall give you my flood...but I want you exploding with me, at the same time"
He uses his hands to drag me to the edge...and I assure that he reaches his goal
"You, Gunny...Gunnery Sergeant! You are making this old Hitman go insane! You-" I can't continue! This is unusual...but I have lost my control! Notwithstanding all the efforts, struggling with my own breathing...I loose myself completely...and I bathe his hand at the same time a burning sea fires inside me
+Gibbs+
A startled grunt escapes my chest as Thomas collapses ontop of me and I shake my head as I attempt to push him off "Thomas! We shall end up stuck together in the morning!"
A sleep heavy voice answers "Go to sleep Marine..."
I roll my eyes before wrapping my arms around him "I love you Thomas...David" with that I kiss his forehead and drift off.
(Seven Days Later)
I nervously attempt to do up my bow-tie while looking in the mirror. I gaze up at movement and smile at Tony "Hey...can you give me a hand?"
Tony smirks and heads over to help.
Once I am all dressed I take a calming breath "I know that I have been counting the days...but I am now scared shitless!"
He shrugs and kneels down to tie up my shoes "I know that I wouldn't have been your first choice for Best Man...but I am thankful you asked"
A soft smile crosses my face "Yeah...me to" before I straighten up "Come then...I don't want to be late for my own Wedding"
+Kort+
The ceremony was very quiet, the Best Men (Doctor Pitt asked me the courtesy to office as my best man) and surprisingly, a priest...
I think I can recognise the features,even if older,in his face.
"Father Francis!?"
The priest nods and explains to me that he has been commissioned to a school for underprivileged children in Southern Brazil and when taking some days of holidays, wanted to know the famous Uruguayan coast: thus, he crossed the border and immediately fell in love with the little village of Cabo Polonio.
"But I think, dear Son, that it was a hand from above" he points to the sky "Who guided me here..."
"But you...a Catholic priest, you...don't have any issues? We are, the both of us...men!"
His smile widens "My Son, Thomas Trent...David Dorian, or whatever is your name now: when love is present, everything that could have been dirty, sinful, erroneous, guilty...is automatically forever"
+Gibbs+
I watch with a smile on my face as Thomas happily catches up with the man who saved his life and smirk as they talk about how that 'dirty' money...that money that he was meant to kill me for...has changed the lives for the better. I turn as a small hand touches my arm and I chuckle as I tug Hiram into my lap "Hey little man"
Hiram smiles at me "Hey Dad, who is Father speaking to?"
A soft smile crosses my face as I kiss his forehead "A friend from his Past life"
He nods and snuggles against my chest "I like your friends, Tony and Brad! They are funny"
I chuckle as I gaze up, noticing my Husband walking over and state "We were two Lonely Souls until we met and now, with you, we are a Family"
+Kort+
The fact I have been a lost rebel almost all my life made me clever respect to some (and very important) things:
The world doesn't care about what one says or does, but they always shall turn your back on them and go on.
Life is a bunch of good and bad experiences: take the good ones and discard what bothered you in the Past.
Children are extraordinarily intelligent: later,adults (that bunch of idiots!) change them into their sad to avoid this unfortunate change, respect the golden rule: respect their Souls, their minds, their creativity. And make them smile.
As that child I knew once, who always gives me his most beautiful grin of joy, of simplicity of purity. So, here we are: Leroy (Mark), Hiram...and maverick, the rogue, the rebel...Already tamed? Not in anyway! Never tamed...and always free. Free in love and life and enjoyment of the little good things (our dog, our house, our boat, our horse, our reverent nights when making silent love...not touching ourselves, but only with our Souls and eyes) Trent Kort...David Dorian Moon. Born free, and so he shall die free.
(Three Months Later)
The afternoon is giving us the charm of a new golden have a little apple tree and I, myself have taught Hiram how to make it grow up.
"Can it hear us, then?" the little one asks, while handing me the small shovel to turn the soil of planting.
"I'm sure he can, dear, because a soft breeze told me yesterday that it plans to give us the best apples..."
"Maybe...maybe also a golden apple?" his voice sounds deliciously excited.
"Maybe also that, too!" I grab his nose and play with it.
Almighty Heavens, I can't believe how happy I am! I am so glad, so content, so...fulfilled by everything, that I'm even afraid. I know that the words 'afraid' and 'Kort' don't really go together, nor have ever matched...but this sort of enchantment gives me the chills when I'm alone, and, when I am with them, with the family, with the ones I've chosen (or maybe destiny has chosen them for me?)...I want to gather all the warmth, all the light, to brighten the whole world. Everything of this was unthinkable only two or three years ago. I was a piece of dried land, a pariah, a man going from nowhere to nowhere, constantly and continuously hiding, compelled to do and to forget, almost immediately, what he has done.
Now I have this and I fight everyday to keep every detail in place: our intimacy, our delicious silences, the long afternoons with tales and jokes and rides. Because now and only now, I can consider myself a true, an absolute and definitive warrior.
A warrior whose Lonely Soul was claimed by his twin spirit, and flourished, and fructified in all this tranquil, peaceful, blessed happiness. And, if this is what I deserve...I'm satisfied.
Believe me, whoever who is reading these words...believe me, for one...for two Lonely Souls...this is more than enough!
(The End)