Sorry for the trouble with chapter 2, it is re-uploaded and all is good, I hope ^^ I'll be continuing the writing, but I have a lot of work and such now so it kind of hard to continue writing beside cosplay and a job.

Bahbye, hope you enjoy.

Chapter 3 Lost and never found

The male coughed harshly as he dragged himself up from the water. He was shivering and the wind that blew harshly and cold around him did not help him at all. "H-hello?!" he yelled and looked around with tired, sore eyes and his throat hurted by the use of it. He coughed again and laid down on his back, heaving and his chest moving quickly up and down as he slowly caught his breath again. Where was he? He couldn't remember anything of what happened after he fell asleep with Jean.

"J-Jean!" he exclaimed wide eyed and sat up. Where was his husband? Was he safe? Marco shook scared and looked around worriedly. Wait… Marco stood up and quickly looked down in the water. It was pretty clear and he could fast see that no one was down there now. It had just been him. But he still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling off of him. He was sure that his husband was not safe and that thought worried him sick.

The brunette slowly walked towards the forest. If he just walked completely straight ahead, he would have to get out of the forest somehow. No forests lasted forever. If he was lucky, he'd maybe see a hut somewhere too and maybe get some food and warm up before he continued. He sighed and nodded quietly to himself as he walked, hugging himself to try and warm up. The cold stung against his icy blue skin while he looked around. He coughed harshly and felt his chest hurt by the harsh cough fit.

"Just a small hut, anything, please…" he whispered to himself and sighed as he could see a small, small light, very far away. But it was there at least and that motivated the freckled male to walk towards it. "I hope their friendly." He murmured and stared worried towards the light that could possibly be his only chance of survival. If he came there, he could maybe, just maybe get to dry up and that would be more than enough to keep going towards his love's apartment which could be anywhere now. How would he know?

Did Jean know that Marco was missing at all? And did Jean miss him? Of course he did. Jean got nightmares if he didn't have Marco there to keep him company and hold him warm during the night. And Andrew needed bedtime stories from his dad, right? Marco hoped that Jean would do that job for him at least until he got home. He smiled slightly and sighed. He loved his best friend so much that every second they were away from each other hurt more than anything. He could still remember their wedding when Jean came with that beautiful, cliché speech that made Marco cry.

"Okay, so hey, babe. I'm your husband, you remember? I saw you taking a few beers earlier so I just wanted to remind you." He said and some people chuckled. "Anyways… This is really just coming from my heart here and now. I like being spontaneous and you both know and hate that." Jean said and chuckled calmly. Marco blushed at that as Eren nudged him. "Well. You and I, we've known each other for fifteen years. Fifteen fucking years and five of them, we were best friends only." Jean said and sighed.

"I remember the first time I saw you still, it never goes away from my mind. Because when I saw you, just ten year old, you made my heart stop. Your eyes lit up the room, as well as my day. You probably remember how much of a douche I was. I took a bucket of sand and poured it over you." Jean said and now everyone laughed. "And the worst part was that the teacher had just giggled and told us; Hey, that's what guys do when they are in love. And then you told her that you wanted to marry me in front of the entire class. Good job, bro." he said.

Armin chuckled. "I was there!" he yelled and a couple of drunk agreements could be heard. Jean rolled his eyes with a small smile before he met eyes with Marco. "And then, five years later… when I asked you out, I poured sand over you again and asked you if you remembered it. You said 'Fucking yes, why the hell did you remind me, you son of a bitch?!' and I kind of just said that I wasn't sure." Jean said and smiled sheepishly. Marco laughed and nodded softly.

"But you, finally, said that you knew I liked you. You finally took that step that I never dared to take and here we are, ten years after that and we still love each other. Isn't that insane? I never thought I would ever last this long with anyone, so thank you, babe. Thank you for making me believe in myself and for reminding me that yes, I do deserve happiness just as anyone else." Jean finished and lifted his glass. "Cheers to the guy who makes everyone in this room know that they are all good people who deserves the best." He finally said.

Marco smiled to himself and sighed. He really had been lucky with Jean. Jean had turned out to be the nicest person in the world, even if he didn't appear like that to strangers or people he didn't like. He chuckled softly and continued to walk, slightly more perked up and happy now that he could think back on his beautiful husband who was probably the best one in the entire world. Who else could love Jean more than himself? Jean would never replace him, Jean would look for him and somehow, they would find each other.

Jean was angry now.

Marco had gone out with friends. New friends, to be exact. People who partied and had a bit of too much fun and now the clock was 1AM and the sandy blonde was sitting on his couch with a cup of coffee, furious at his husband for staying out late without answering any calls or messages. "He never usually went out without telling me before…" he whispered nervously and sighed. Andrew came into the room. "Dad… where's Marco?" the kid asked and Jean sighed sadly.

The kid had gotten used to calling the other male for Marco now. Perfect. "He's out with some friends. I'm going to wait for him. Go to bed and try to sleep, okay?" Jean asked and smiled softly. "Can you read a story, dad?" he asked and Jean chuckled. "Read or come up with one?" he asked and stood up. Andrew smiled again. "Come up with one. You're really good at it." He said and quickly ran to his room. Jean chuckled and walked after. He walked into the ten-year old's room and looked around.

"Okay, a love story, action story or horror story, kid?" Jean asked and sat down in a chair by the small bed that was covered with racer cars. "Uhm… l-love…?" he mumbled and Jean chuckled. "Is my little kid in love or something? That's all you've wanted lately." He said and smiled. Andrew blushed furiously. "I'm not!" he muttered and looked away. Jean smiled. "You know that I met Marco when we were ten, right?" he pointed out and Andrew calmed down slightly.

"Yeah… and well… there is this guy." He finally said. Jean chuckled. "So you like a guy? Are you completely sure?" he asked calmly and Andrew shrugged. "I'm not really that sure. It's just that he kind of annoys me a lot. Like, he poured sand over me once. And he tried to push my face into the snow and kicked a ball in my face. And every time I ask him why, he just shrugs and runs off." Andrew said and frowned. Jean smiled.

"Really?" he asked, more interested now and Andrew nodded quickly. "Yes. He's really cool though. He has this awesome collection of pokèmon cards that I really want to see but every time I ask, he says that I have to give him something in return for seeing it. And then he just gets red and runs off again." Andrew said and pouted. Jean chuckled amused. "Sounds a lot like me and Marco. Well, then I am going to tell you a love story about someone I know. Okay?" he asked and the kid quickly nodded.

"Okay, so there once was this young student in college. His name was… we'll call him Ren. And he was in psychology class with his friends during college. They were very close, the whole gang of them and they were known for sticking together through everything. They never really left each other's sides before they had to go to the toilet or sleep and had taken all classes together." Jean said and smiled as Andrew laid down, getting comfortable in his small bed.

"And he had a teacher called Lei. Lei was very strict and he was known for being a sucker for cleaning. And as you probably guessed, Ren got interested in Lei. So to get Lei's attention, Ren showered every night and morning. He used a lot of things to seem as clean as possible and bought more clothes so he would always have clean ones ready. You can imagine that the teacher noticed him very quickly." Jean said and rolled his eyes.

"Wait, the teacher really just liked him because he was clean?" Andrew asked and pouted. Jean chuckled. "Don't worry, you'll know later. Anyway, one day, Ren had gotten a very high score on his test because he studied twice as much as he usually did to get noticed by the teacher too and he got an A on his newest test. The teacher immediately started to persuade him and they quickly got to know each other. And do you know who they are now, more than ten years later?" he asked with a smirk.

Andrew frowned. "No…." he mumbled hesitantly. Jean sighed. "Eren and Levi." He said and shrugged. "What?!" Andrew asked confused. "How?" he asked serious. "Well, Eren was a slob before he met Levi. And Levi was a clean freak before he met Eren. And when they started to date, they got less and less extreme and found a more normal rate to their cleaning, getting comfortable with being just slightly more clean-loving than others. And Levi was indeed Eren's psychology teacher. He was mine too and he gave me loads of yelling for coming late." Jean said and rolled his eyes.

Andrew smiled but turned emotionless when they heard the door open downstairs. Jean sighed and stood up and walked to the door. "Stay in your room and put music in your ears, okay, Andy?" he asked and Andrew nodded, grabbing his small ipod and put his earplugs in. Jean smiled and closed the door to the room before he walked to the top of the stairs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Marco stood downstairs, seemingly pretty drunk and very different. Jean coughed and Marco immediately looked up with a sheepish smile as he had gotten his shoes off and walked up towards his lover. "Hey, babe. Sorry I didn't answer your calls but I wouldn't be able to hear you." He said and Jean narrowed his eyes. "You could have texted me." He said and stomped his foot impatiently, stepping away when Marco tried to hug him.

"I know, baby, but I was having a lot of fun and forgot about the time and such." He said softly. "Damn right you did. And am I so boring that you couldn't have thought about telling me anything except that it was a party with some new 'friends'?" he asked and his face turned into a snarl as he stepped away from Marco again. "Come on, it was just a small party with music and some alcohol, nothing else." He said and chuckled.

Jean rolled his eyes. "I am not talking to you while you're drunk. I'll sleep up here in one of the guest rooms and you can take our bedroom. Go." He said and turned his back to Marco, angry still. He felt arms circle around him and he tensed even more. "Babe… come on, don't be mad…" he whispered and kissed Jean's neck. Jean swallowed and closed his eyes slowly, still angry but didn't want to push his lover away and end up hurting him somehow.

"You're not gonna seduce me into being happy again." He said serious and Marco smiled. "I can try…?" he suggested and Jean growled low. "Come on, don't be so mad. It's nothing to think about. If it bothered you, I won't go to a party again." He said and Jean relaxed slightly. "No, it's fine to go partying, but just… answer me at least. You disappeared for a week, Marco. I got worried and I couldn't contact you at all. I relive that scenario every time you don't answer your phone." He whispered and got tears in his eyes.

"I know you were scared, baby, but I'm home now and some of my friends just wanted to make a small celebration for it tonight." Marco whispered and stroked around on Jean's stomach, under his shirt. The blonde shivered and leaned against him. "Mmh… I guess it's fine. But please answer me next time." He pleaded quietly and whimpered when he felt hard, but gentle kisses being placed up on his neck. It felt really good.

"B-babe…" he breathed, wanting an answer before he let him go anywhere further. "I will call you, I promise… are you going to sleep in our room tonight?" he whispered into Jean's ear and Jean immediately nodded. "Mhm…" he forced out as a pair of hands pushed down into his pants and started to make the moans come out.

And Jean was still worried, but the gentle, yet rough hands of his lovers made him forget all about anything bad as he was lead to their bedroom where they spent most of the night awake.

A/N: So that was the third chapter. It will only get more and more worry from here I guess. I am writing this kind of in the past so that I have back-up for when I have to publish. Anyhow, I hope you guys like my story and that nothing bothers you.
It didn't happen much in this chapter either but the next one is going to have some stuff in it with a bit of action, I guess. I'm sorry if I somehow ruin Marco to you but don't worry, everything will be fixed! This is DARK!Marco for now after all but he won't be that dark until next chapter. Stay tuned!
This chapter maybe became a lot longer than the other ones, didn't it? Heh, opsies. But that's okay because I really like this story and it's helping me out of my writer's block. I love writing but sometimes it's really hard to continue even with ideas in my head.

If something is offending you, please tell me and I will see if I can do something about it. I will try to keep the pervertedness low, but of course there will be some sexual acts through this story since they are married and such and yeah.
Bahbye~