Chapter sixty already. Damn.

Anyways, I wanted to let you know I have a two new ideas for JeanMarco stories in videogames universe, for example: The Last Of Us (zombie apocalipse survival game) and Skyrim.

SIXTY

-"Bring him to me."- I spoke as I sat on my lustrous throne, fixing my crown properly.

-"Yes, my lord,"- My servant bowed to me before he disappeared from my sight. He came back, hitching the slave I request from the chains on his neck with care, -"Here he is, as you requested."- I noted how he evaded my eyes.

I observed the man before me. He was unclad, beautiful as always, his skin myriad with dots, fresh and healthy, -or so I though. When I spotted a a slight bruise on his temple, I erected from my throne, gripped my servant's neck and hoisted him up, -"Who did it?"- I snarled.

-"I-I don't know, my lord!"- He squirmed, scraping my hand with his nails.

I growled and threw him to the near wall, -"Find me the felon. Now!"

My servant coughed and whimpered, scurrying away.

I stood close to my slave and placed both my hands on his face, -"Oh, Marco,"- I spoke softly, my face saddening as I examined the bruise. It was recent, -"Tell me, who is the scoundrel?"

He smiled in that tender way he always did, -"It's alright, my lord. I'm still useful."

I lent my forehead against his, -"I will kill him, this I swear to you,"- I lent back, -"Let us go somewhere else,"- I took his chains and led him towards my personal quarter, a vast room with golden chandeliers hanging above us, lighting the room and giving it a luxurious look. In the center of it, a hefty bed laid with a soft red linen made of silk over the carpet of skin of a bear. I sat on it, pulling on the chains that were tied to Marco's collar. He walked towards me a bit limp, struggling with the chains he much fussed about even after all I've given him. I took in his tied hands with mines, -"Marco, do you bear regret with how I have treated you?"- He couldn't have. I made sure of that; I attended him, feed him well, cleaned him and punished those to harms him with execution.

His expression saddened, -"No..., I don't,"- His voice was soft and tender, but there was longing in them, -"But I... want to be with you, forever. Please..., free me."

I caressed his face, rubbing his cheekbones with my thumb and shook my head, -"I cannot. You will escape from me."

-"I'm hurting..."- He groused, attempting to manipulate me with his tempting eyes.

-"I will cure all your wounds."

-"This is a different hurt..."

-"Marco, I cannot let you go,"- I brushed his lips with my finger as my other hand slid down his neck, his soft skin healing my rugged fingers, signs of war, -"You will leap to the exit and leave my side if I do."

He shook his head, -"No..., I won't. I promise. Please."

I shook my head and drew my face near his, -"I am sorry, my love,"- I grazed his lips with mines and licked them, -"Now, please me."

My slave's eyes dropped, his expression rueful as gave me slight nod. He knelt in front me and with his tied hands in front of him, he decreased my trousers and descended his face near my groin. I scrubbed his hair and looked at him with fondness before dropping my body on the silk linen of my bed. I breathed out, looking at my lavish pearl ceiling before closing my eyes and allowing an elation flood me. I gripped my linen when Marco slurped on my cock and sighed at the pleasure his tongue released in me. He executed a powerful suction and my body lent up, my hands still clutching the sheets, at the wave of merriment that swept me, -"Marco..."- I croaked my slave's name as he fondled me inside and pushed his mouth deeper. Time flew. He departed from my crotch after he successfully satisfied my needs.

I sat up and lifted his chin, his face plastered with my sperms. I wiped it with my thumb as I neared my face and kissed him.

I jerked my body up, startled, and sat immediately when the dream -or better yet, nightmare- ended. I clutched my chest and breathed deeply. Okay, okay, okay, relax, man, it was just a dream, I told myself mentally countless times as I inhaled and exhaled. Still, the image was carved on my mind and I just felt a weird sensations down below. Ah, shit, I was getting hard, so I shoved my hand in after tumbling back onto my bed, but no matter how much I tried to settle it down, I couldn't.

I felt a slight shift on my side and when I looked over, I saw Marco rubbing his eyes. Damn it. I must've woke him when I sat up abruptly, considering we were both entangled with each other a few minutes ago. My face lit up the moment he faced me. This is getting embarrassing, I can't even cool my dong down, -"Jean? Are you okay?"- And of course, he always notices.

-"N... not really."- I laughed nervously, trying to pull my hand out of my pants, but it's as if they're stuck.

He glanced down, widened his eyes a bit at the sight and then up at me again, -"Oh."

-"I, uh... might need a little help."- I shrugged and smiled with sap. Jesus, fuck me, I got all hard just by a dream.

Marco chuckled, his cheeks burning up as he dipped his hands in and jerked me off. It was easy for me to reach my climax, considering the images of my odd dream were bugging me and at the same time, boosting Marco's work. It also made me cum more. I sighed in satisfaction, -"Thanks... I, uh, I needed that,"- I cleared my throat and pulled on my shirt's collar, feeling hot all under as I felt Marco's bulge. Working me has always managed to arouse himself, -"Do you want me to...?"

Marco quickly nodded and I didn't dallied. I sank my hand in his pajama and stroked his groin. He clutched my hair as I jerked him faster. When he released, we both relaxed and laid down. It felt good to start the morning like this. I often did this way back before I fell in love with him and I now know the difference and most of the times, it was because of some odd dreams about girls.

Speaking of dreams, I can't shake off this one. It was odd, yet I knew what was being played to me. Marco was giving me a blow job and I was some kind of... king? I knew Marco was a slave, my slave, and I had him like a toy to appease my sexual needs, my biggest fear. In the dream, I remember Marco begging me to free him, but I was too selfish and denied his wish. God, I hated it. I would never leash Marco like that. I'll be honest though, the best part was the blow job, it felt... real and so good. That's what caused me an erection a few minutes ago.

-"Jean, you looked frightened when you woke up,"- Marco's soothing voice snapped me from my thoughts as he slid his hand through my hair, -"Did you had a nightmare?"

I nodded and sighed, -"Yeah... a horrible one,"- I glanced at Marco with an apologetic look, -"I was a king, I think, and you were one of my slaves, but I cared for you and when I saw a bruise in your head, I almost killed a guy,"- I explained the dream, hands of my forehead as I remembered it, -"In the end you, uh..., gave me a blow job."

Marco's cheeks lit up, -"Oh, so that's why you..."

-"Yeah,"- I cupped his face in my hands, -"Ugh, I hated it. It was horrible. I'd never do that sort of thing to you."

-"Wh... what do you mean?"

-"Huh?"- Oh, wait, blow jobs actually sounded really god, so I set on clarifying him, -"I, um, meant the slave... part, yeah."

His cheekbones reddened more as he bit his lip to hold a smile.

We cuddled for a while before we stood up. He headed to the bathroom to take his morning bath and I couldn't help but think of yesterday when I washed him and we made out and groped under the shower. Suddenly, my stomach griped and I felt a shit coming. Well, I'm not gonna hold it. Fortunately, Marco left the door open, probably unintentionally. I entered and quickly pulled up the toilet's lid, brought down my pants and sat on it. When I farted, that's when Marco realize I was in, -"Jean, are you taking a shit?"

I farted again as I dropped my muck. I sighed in contentment, relieved of the burden. Damn, pushing does hurt. How do women give birth? -"Yup."

Marco laughed out loud and made a disgusted sound, -"Well, it stinks!"

-"You know what they said,"- I cleaned my ass, stood up and pulled my pants up, -"Better out than in."

He burst in laughter again before I walked out and closed the door.

For the rest of the day, In the back of my mind, I knew I had to do something productive, maybe do some workout, clean the house up, I dunno, but today... I was kinda slackly and just wanted to snuggle with Marco all day. He, on the hand, kept nagging me to move my ass and do workout, telling me I had gain some love handles. I hadn't gained weight exactly, but he's right when he said that it's been almost a week since I've gone out and do exercises. Sports and training were my passion, but ever since Marco stayed with me here, I've been loitering a lot.

-"Fine, but I'll need your help."- With both exercise and the house.

Marco was glad to help me.

I began to train and Marco kept count of the push-ups and laps around my house's courtyard, sometimes getting out of track because he was distracted by me. I couldn't help to smirk. I did looked hot with my tight short-sleeved sweatshirt and it was only natural that he'd gawk at me. Eventually, I took my shirt off and he missed count more often. Then, I did sit-ups and Marco held my feet on the ground with his knees. Again, he kept count and I was around 50 when I started to sweat like a pig. We were outside and the sun was acting like a bitch. That didn't stopped me though. Marco challenged me to plant a kiss on his lips while I worked. Obviously, I accepted, two reasons: because I never dismiss a challenge and because I wanted to kiss him. He kept himself straight and I forced myself a bit when I tried to reach him. My abdomen ached, but I wasn't about to give up, -"Come on, you can do it."- He cheered on me.

His cheers powered up and when I pecked his lips, I struggled to stay in place to kiss him a bit more and I only lasted a few seconds before tumbling to the ground, my torso throbbing. I rested for a bit and then sat up and gave Marco a full kiss before we went inside.

We ate and then decided to clean my house. We divided our work and around 5 pm, we wrapped it all up and played video games.

A few days later, his mom contacted me, asking how we were doing and everything. I then spoke to her about my idea to buy Marco a present and surprising him by laying it under the Christmas three. She shared my idea and we arranged to go shopping this Saturday, since Marco takes drawing classes. The sooner, the better and we both hated Black Friday. We hung up and I exited my closet. I spoke lowly, but still.

Saturday caught up to us and after dropping Marco to his classes, his mom picked me up and we rode to Trost Mall.

I remembered the books that caught his eyes when we came to the movies and I picked them up one by one and fortunately, they were all available and at fair prices. I had picked the weekly money that Dad leaves for me and paid half for the books. Then, we headed to Hot Topic and we bought him two t-shirts: one of DC heroes, which was sick as fuck, that had every single hero in it, literally covering all the shirt and the other one reminded us a lot about him; it was white and it had practically the same nerdy glasses he had back home and below it, 'I'm a nerd and a geek, so what?' phrase. We also bought a few rubber bracelets and a beanie that says 'I love anime'. Unfortunately, Hot Topic wasn't as cheap as the book store, but we managed, or well, Mrs. Bodt did.

After Hot Topic, we went to GameStop and we discussed on whether or not buying a PS4. Guess what? We did and I'm always surprised at how much money Marco's mom had. I mean, she lives alone with Marco and I'm not sure if she works. I think the money came from her husband, who's dead. Police are well paid here and I'm positive he chose her to inherit it and everything he owned. That and maybe she's working her ass of. Oh, and I also lent money too, even if she didn't wanted.

We bought Assassin's Creed: Syndicate, Battlefront and a PlayStation Plus card to play online. Odd, I though. Marco does like Star Wars, but he's more of a single player person, he's not fond of competition. I was the total opposite; I'm a multiplayer gamer and I love competition, makes my adrenaline run overdrive and makes me feel alive. Anyways, we checked out and headed out.

My stomach grumbled then and Mrs. Bodt chuckled. We headed to the food court and ate in Pizza Hut. We -she bought an extra pizza for Marco when we get home. After finishing, we just laid there, reposing our bellies, -"Can I, um, ask you something?"

She looked up at me from her phone, -"Anything, Jean."

I smiled. She's such a great woman, coming all the way here just to grant the wishes of kid madly in love with his boyfriend, her son. I looked at her and could understand why a man would kneel for her. She's beautiful. Today, she had a simple, long, strapless chestnut dress, which made the freckles on her chest highlighted, with a brown belt around her waist. With her hair tied into a bun, her long, golden earrings stood out. She had a simple pair of slippers that matched the color of her dress. She was simple, but beautiful, -"Thanks, I was wondering how you receive your income. All this is, well, pretty expensive, especially the PS4,"- I waved my hands at all the bags below us, -"Do you work or...?

-"Yes, I do work. I'm a psychologist at Trost's Mental Health Institute for toddlers and teenagers,"- Damn, why didn't I knew that? That's why she's so sympathetic and comprehensive with me and my problems and..., shit, everything. It all made sense now, -"And I also inherited my husband's ownership."- Bingo.

-"Heh, that's explains everything,"- Oh, it sure as hell did and I bet Marco is who he is now because of her, because after all the bullying, if he were alone, he shouldn't have come out sane. I wished I had that kind of support when I was bullied. Maybe things would have been... different. Mom wasn't one to give comfort and she did tried, but it wasn't enough. Rest in peace, Mom. I love you, -"And not just the money part."- Psychologists are paid pretty good too.

She knew what I meant.

-"You've been, damn, extremely nice to me and I really appreciate it,"- I looked at her and smiled tenderly, -"I've never though someone would do so much for me -apart from Marco, that is."

He chuckled, -"Marco's not the only one who thinks you're special, Jean."

My heart warmed, -"Thank you... so much."

-"No, Jean, thank you,"- She said as she took my hand with hers on the table, -"You've always been there when my son needed you the most. You have so much potential, I know you'll triumph and I'm glad you're the one Marco looks up too."

My eyes welled and that's when the waiter came with the bill. Marco's mom paid and we headed out after receiving a text from Marco saying that he's almost done. I asked her if I could go with her to pick her up and she really couldn't refuse. We reached the parking lot, hid the gifts in the trunk and rode off. After a few minutes of curves around a small neighborhood, we reached the house where Marco takes classes and damn, I was surprise I could remember it and even more when I saw Marianne was still the teacher. It's been several years now. I'd though she'd retire.

The house had two floors, kind of. The first floor was like an open basement where she gave classes. It had the a big table where all the student sat. It was completely stained in paint and whatnot. On the pink walls hung paintings of all the good works of the students. The second floor was, possibly, where Marianne's room, kitchen and living room were.

Suddenly, I remembered all the fights I used to trigger here whenever some kid mocked Marco. I sighed and laughed lowly to myself. Some things never change, huh.

We headed inside and Marco wasn't the only who gasped at my arrival. Marianne literally jumped on me, -"Oh my God, is that you, Jean?"

I chucked, lighten that she remembered me, -"Y-yeah, I am."

She gave me a tight, sudden hug, -"Goodness, you've grown a lot!"- I hugged her back awkwardly. When she parted, she glanced at Marco, -"Marco told me a lot, but I never though I'd see you with my own eyes."

My eyes drifted to him and I smiled warmly, -"Oh, he did?"

She nodded and by now, all the student's eyes were on me. 'Who the fuck is this guy that has the teacher's attention?'. They murmured and whispered among themselves, but I ignored them. All of them were teenagers too. Marianne give classes to kids at a different hour.

Marco picked his stuff up and strode towards me. When he gave me a kiss in my cheeks and I kissed his back, we now had even more attention, even from Marianne. They certainly didn't expect it and a kiss like this to another man definitely told we were more than friends. They all kept quiet, except from this one guy that's been glaring at us the whole time -in fact, since I arrived, he was giving Marco a surly look. He snorted and made a low comment to someone beside him on how we gays were actually ugly toads disguised as humans. I rolled my eyes at his ridiculous tale and believe it or not, the other guy believed him. Oh my fucking God, are they even mature?

I decided not to meddle with these idiots and just go home.

When we arrived and got cozy, I asked Marco about that guy. We were playing video games in my room and we had my soft, warm quilt cocooning us. I had my arms wrapped around Marco as he sat in front of me, between my legs, which were tangled with each other, -"Hey, Marco, who was that prick with you in class?"

-"Which one?"- He ignored the 'prick' part.

-"You know, the one who had a scowl on his face whenever he looks at you."

Marco lowered his head. He knew who I was talking about. You can't just ignore someone who looks at you like that, and even though the guy was not furtive about his apparent hate at him, Marco was perceptive, yet he was peaceful guy and he disliked the idea of me looking for a fight with anyone who glares at him. He kept quiet and just shrugged.

I pinched his adorable cheeks, -"Come on, Marco, tell me. I won't punch him or anything, I'm just curious."

Marco snorted. He knew me too much. Well, at least I got something out of him, -"That Ralph,"- Marco sighed in grief, always feeling stricken and guilty when someone hated him, -"I don't know why he looks at me like that. I haven't done anything to him..."

I slid my fingers up and down his collar tenderly, but I had growing anger in me. Marco shouldn't feel like that because of some asshole who glares at him. I wasn't mad at Marco, if not a bit disappointed. I was more angry at the fucking guy, -"You shouldn't feel like that, Marco. You haven't done anything. It's just him getting bitten up,"- Marco sighed again, placing his hand over mines, -"He's just jealous. You're an amazing guy, a wonderful artist and the sweetest person in that classroom. People admire you and that flutters him. It's inevitable."

Marco smiled a bit and faced me, -"You're a twee, you know that?"

-"You bring it out of me,"- Our lips met and we kissed passionately, licking and biting, sharing slobbler and touching ourselves. When we parted, I touched my forehead with his and I gave him a concerned look, -"Marco, please, just... let me know if he tries anything. Anything. You know I'll be there and I'll make him squirm like a cat."

He nodded and chuckled lowly, -"I know."

-"I'm serious-"

He placed his finger on my lips and drew his face near mines, -"I know."- We kissed again and snuggled for the rest of the evening.

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