Long, tedious chapter to write but here it is! xD We're reaching the end! "The end is nigh!" (Crazy batarian in Mass Effect 2).

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

SEVENTY-FOUR

-"Marco...,"- I was musing again while scratching my itchy and sweaty butt, -"You're so cute... y... you know..."- I had an impulsion to dig my way into my pants and shag myself, but when I reached for it, someone already beat me to it.

-"J-Jean...,"- My boyfriend mused too, behind me with one arm around my body and the other dug my pajama, -"Y-you're so hot..."

I moaned at the sensation in my groin as I joined the hand in there and jolted it up and down vigorously, -"Y... yeah... you too..."

-"And... you're cute too..."

Another wet dream? I never tire of these.

-"You're... cuter..."- I babbled, now jerking my dick off while my colleague fingered me.

-"N-no... you are..."- He argued, dipping his finger in my groin playfully, educing deep moans from my lips.

-"No... you are..."- What is this? An argumentative wet-dream? Where's the butt fucking and...?

Unconsciously, I reach for my butt and scratched it again, a bit more briskly. What is this fucking itch? It's pissing me off.

Oh, and then there's the nagging buzzing sound right in my fucking ear. I flapped my hands around the area and hit something with the back of my hand. I don't know what. Hopefully a gnat.

-"Oww..."- Someone whined behind me, in my ear too.

Are gnats talking now? What the fuck? This is a weird, weird, fucked up dream man.

Is it even a dream?

Dead set on finding out, I sat up and immediately, I felt my whole torso scorch as if a huge bowl of lava poured down on me (I'm exaggerating; if that were the case, I wouldn't even be alive). I placed my palm on my chest and holy shit, I'm burning... and hot! I tried to open my closed eyes and they were stung by a sharp light. I hissed and unconsciously raised my hand to cover whatever the fuck was bugging me.

Then it hit me.

Another headache.

Fuck.

Is too much exhilaration an alcohol or some shit? Can't I have a wet dream in peace?

Then I felt that blissful sensation in my groin again. My dick was being played with; a smooth surface was stroking it playfully. It prickled my skin and hazed my mind. I wanted to see what was making me feel so good; I forced my eyes open and before they could be murdered by that sharp light, I looked down and spotted a lovely, freckled arm across my slope, it's hand plunged in my pajama. I followed the arm and realized it was actually the man of my life groping my groin, soft moans, and murmurs of my name escaping his plushy lips. He had his eyes closed. He was still asleep, and fuck me, he looks so cute; his cheeks were bright pink as he breathed peacefully. His chest was displayed from our last get-together and he too was sweating.

-"Marco...?"- I poked his shoulder, but honestly, I wanted to lay back and allow him to indulge me. Also, his skin was hot just like mines.

Sure, lay back and get burned and eaten alive by bugs then! Wake the fuck up!

I shot my body up again at the annoying itch on my ass and legs -on my whole fucking body, in fact! I scratched myself, literally clawing my nails in and muttering a fuckload of profanities. Distraught and panicked, I stood after pushing Marco's hands away reluctantly, -"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"- I cursed out loud at the million fucking stings in my body. I felt little fucking bugs crawling around and it was driving me mad!

I was literally jumping around my courtyard like an idiot when I heard Marco groaning, -"Jean...?"- There's that mellowy voice of his as he flapped his eyes open. He hissed at the sharp light too and stood up, abruptly. Like me, he began to scratch his torso like crazy, -"Ow, ow, ow...!"- He whined and jumped around too. We kept jumping for a few minutes until Marco decided to reel his brain for a better solution for our itch, -"Jean, we need cold water. Now."

I don't know what he's thinking, but it gotta be better than scratching my skin out. I literally felt my torso swollen because of all the bugs that were mincing me. I nodded briskly and the both of us rushed inside, still jumping and scratching our bodies. Once in my room, we got in my bathroom, turned the shower on and allowed the cold as fuck water pour on us. We both shuddered, our teeth grating as the cold surrounded us. And man, it really did a thing to me afterward. My whole body was hot and scorched by the (what realized right now) morning sun. I breathed out at the coolness and rubbed my shoulders. I got lost in thought, as I deciphered what the fuck happened.

So, it's true? Fuck, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but Marco and I overslept after we... almost fucked each other. I swear time was trifle when I laid my head on Marco's chest -with his fingers still in my ass, no less. I was thinking of getting a nap before we headed inside and slept cozily in my bed, but no, that wasn't the case at all. We literally slept all night out and woke up sweaty and stung by the morning sun and bugs -and none of us woke up once around midnight or anything, just to warn the other ', hey, we're still outside and we're getting bitten alive'.

Bah, it doesn't matter know. I'm pissed and tense as hell because that's no way to wake up, but what did matter was that I had a good, good night with my boyfriend. Oh boy, 'good' doesn't even cut it; it was fucking amazing, incredible, 100/10, would do it again. Like, fuck, we got really hot, heavy and wild, real intimate and horny like never before. I was really thinking we'd fuck right then and there. We didn't get to that -but hey, it was close. In fact, it is close. I can smell it

And man, Marco's ass was a piece of art, a masterpiece, a gift from God and all the deities out there.

I really, really, really enjoyed last night. I particularly liked how he begged me to push harder, to never stop from thrusting my fingers in and out. I'm still hearing his pleas right now, …d-don't stop, Jean! Thinking about it now made me feel a bit weirded out -aside from thrilling. I mean, that can't be normal... right? It's a Japanese, weird, pervy, gay thing... right?

I sometimes forget that I am a perv and a weirdo and because I love Marco, I enjoy these weird things; I enjoyed hearing his screams, I enjoyed his pleas, his moans, his ragged breaths and his grip on my quilts, the way his body shivered at my touch and his redness. It might be a weird thing for some, but fuck it. I'm not denying anything. This is me, deal with it.

Once again, I managed to feel better about myself and now, I'm gonna say it: shit, it all felt amazing and Marco's screams were aphrodisiac. Nailing Marco's ass was just fucking thrilling as fuck and so good. In conclusion, I had the best and wildest night of my life. I'll never forget about it.

-"Uh, Jean?"- Marco called me.

I shook my head, splashing water onto the tiles. I scratched my neck and gave him a sappy smile, -"Good morning."

He chuckled and stepped closer to me, -"What were you thinking about?"- He asked, "curiously" tilting his head. Clever little prick.

I grinned and ran my finger through his jaw, -"About you, actually."

-"Oh,"- He hooked his arms around my neck and toyed with my hair's end, -"What about me?"

My grin grew as my hands traveled to his back and rubbed the pool of freckles just beneath his shoulder, -"About how you screamed my name last night,"- I neared my lips to his and teased his lower lips playfully with my tongue, -"Last night, Marco, it was just... woah, damn."

He chuckled again at my detailed description, -"I think so too, Jean, especially when you asked me for my fourth finger."- He blushed as his finger on my hair embroiled with it.

I also blushed at that. Yeah, reckless me, always wanting more than I have.

-"Did it hurt?"- He asked, now concerned.

-"A bit, not gonna lie,"- I said and leaned my face close to his ear. I actually still felt his fingers there, all four of them. My ass was a bit sore, but it's nothing to cry about, -"But I like a bit of pain, it adds the 'icing on the cake' -and hey, it felt even better after."

Marco body's vibrated sharply at my lewd words, -"I was a bit worried..."

-"It's okay...,"- I began to chew on his earlobe and educed soft moans from his lips, -"And did I hurt you?"- I always asked this, not even formulating the question in my mind before blurting it out. His welfare comes first.

He nodded slowly, now hugging me firmly, -"A bit too, but it left afterward."

I'm glad, but I'm gonna admit, last night, I hadn't asked him and I felt bad for not even thinking about it. Also, it felt wonderful talking about this without getting too awkward. It meant we're more comfortable and intimate with each other now. My heart warmed in joy.

I parted from him a bit and looked at his eyes. Man, how I love those, how I love his face, his fucking cute and stupid freckles, his nose, his jaw, his persona, his amiability, his sudden attacks of jealousy, his... everything, -"I fucking love you."- I mused before leaning down again and kissing him fervently under the water.

We hooked long minutes and took a shower together, cleaning our bodies like we've done before.

-"Harry confessed, by the way,"- I affirmed all too sudden, definitely taking him by surprise. A grin formed on my lips as I washed my boyfriend's hair and waited for his cute pout, -"To me, I mean."

Aaaand there it is, that awfully cute pout he always muster whenever he's jealous, -"Oh, he did?"

-"Yup, pretty gutsy, isn't he?"- I said, and I meant it. I thought he wasn't capable -he's shy, high-strung, reclusive and very melancholic. I was planning on telling him I was aware of his feelings towards me.

Marco huffed and his cute face wrinkled. I snickered. Marco's back was facing me, but I leaned sideways and peeked to see his face and boy, his ears were red in fury, -"And what did he say?"- He asked out of "curiosity".

-"He said I was cool, admirable, an amazing person, brave, his idol -you know, someone he looks up to,"- I wanted to throw wood into the fire, because I simply enjoy and love to see Marco flustered and agitated, -"Oh, and he also admitted he likes to watch me often -especially when I did the pushups."

Like I was expecting, Marco huffed again, harsher this time, and his ears reddened even more, -"Well, he should look somewhere else."- He added.

I laughed out loud and nudged his neck playfully, -"I'm just grinding your gears, Marco, I love you, but I have to say...,"- I paused and shifted my body -or my butt- and positioned myself in front of him, legs crossed, just like his. I wanted to do the technique Diego told me to do in this kind of situations, -"That was rude, you know, kissing me like that in front of him to make him feel... I dunno, heartbroken and jealous."

Marco gazed elsewhere, pout still on his lips, -"So?"

-"'So', Marco? Aren't you a bit sorry?"- I asked, now worried. I'm aware that Marco has changed, especially since we blew each other -or gotten more intimate per se, but executing such act was very unlike him and in my opinion, rude, a trait I'm positive he doesn't bear. I can say I'm a bit mad at him for that because Harry's a nice guy and I'm certain he didn't deserve that kind of treatment from Marco, or anyone. Then again, Marco was just jealous and that's normal because I get jealous too and so does everyone with boyfriends or girlfriends. We all do that kind of thing. I mean, it's okay to be jealous, you're just really attached to your partner, because hey, you love him. The issue comes when you get too jealous and possessive.

Still, I just... don't want Marco to be that kind of person; I want him to be sweet, loving, sympathetic and compassionate. I know it sounds wrong and I know I can't dictate Marco's persona, but I...

Marco shrugged, but his expression betrayed him and twisted into guilt, -"Why are you so shocked about it? You did it once and you don't even feel sorry. Why can't I?"- He spat, his arms crossed, now clearly distraught.

Whoa, okay, I was not expecting him to blurt that out. I'm really in hot waters now. He was right anyhow, -"Yeah, but... Harry's different."

-"How different, Jean?"- Now, he was looking straight at my eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, my eyes gazed away for a second. Ah, here's that discussion pairs always have once in their lives, -"Well, he's a nice guy. Those girls were a bunch of whores, they literally wanted me to bed them both right then and there."- Marco was right, yeah, but I wasn't lying either.

Marco quirked an eyebrow, -"What if he wanted that too, huh?"

-"I would've known, Marco, and besides, he never hassled me for it. Those girls were following me, asking my phone number, where I lived and all."- While I spoke, I remember all that and my body shuddered. They really wanted me to bed them, practically asking for a threesome, like bad. It felt wrong all over.

-"But I didn't know him, Jean, and you didn't know those girls either."

-"I knew they were desperate."

He scoffed, -"Your friend was desperate too, but you didn't realize that, did you?"

I leaned back abruptly. What kind of demon possessed him? Where did he get that? -"Is that your gaydar?"- I jibed, a bit out of place, I'm aware. Really, though, Harry? Desperate? If he was then he was doing a damn good job of hiding it. I seriously doubt it though and believe me, I know Marco has a sharp intuition, but I really think he's wrong this time.

-"Yeah, it is. What about it?"

Again, I leaned back, completely stunned by his words. He was oddly sounding like Nathaniel, -"Yeah, it's wrong. I'm sure Harry wasn't desperate. He's just a guy with a crush. You can understand him, you had a crush too, right?"- Me.

Marco blushed and kept his mouth shut.

I gaped my mouth again, but I held any arguments. I don't want to have a dispute with him, that's the least I want right now, so I opted to fix this up and speak out, -"Listen, Marco,"- I sighed, running a hand through my moist hair, -"Maybe I'm just being a total drama queen about all this, I was just shocked. I mean, you're so sweet and caring, I was totally not expecting you to pull something like that out. I just want you to keep being that loving guy I still fall in love with. I know this sounds bad because you choose who to be, but...,"- I bit my tongue on that, -"Forget it. It's okay, being jealous' okay, just... don't change too much, alright?"

Marco expression softened, his eyes widening back at mines before he lunged towards me and hugged me, -"I'm sorry, Jean, I'm so sorry!"

Knew he'd break sooner or later, -"It's okay, freckles,"- I soothed him, rubbing his hair, -"Don't worry about it. I know I made a big deal out of it. I should've done differently with those girls..."

Marco parted from me and looked down ashamedly, -"And I shouldn't have let jealousy cloud me like that, I shouldn't have done that, it's not nice...,"- Yeah, jealousy can do that; it clouds reason and you act on the moment without thinking, -"Was he really hurt?"- Marco asked, and now I could hear the worry.

I nodded slowly, remembering how melancholic Harry was, he even cried, -"Yeah..."

-"I... I want to apologize, Jean."- He said and I was so overjoyed to hear his usual sweet tone of voice.

-"It's okay, he said he was cool."- I said, but I was actually expecting he'd say that. I was glad he wanted to apologize. Then again, he doesn't have to because one, Harry said he was cool about it and second, he'd be apologizing for being jealous, a totally normal reaction, and committing an act I also did and didn't apologize for. Incidentally, sorry not sorry, I'm never gonna apologize to those girls. Aside from hassling me, they were mocking my sexual preference and you know me, I'm never gonna apologize to whoever mocks me like that.

Marco shook his head, -"No, he wasn't,"- He denied and looked back up at me, -"Take me to him this Saturday, please."

-"Sure, if you really want to."- There's that Marco I always fall in love with.

Gotta commit this to memory: Marco can be a completely different person when jealous. It's like a demon possessed him or something. Reminds me of myself when I get horny and angry. I'm betting all my coin Marco has more sides that this one. I'm slowly figuring out his imperfections and flaws, and even so, he's still perfect to me.

Marco and I massaged our bodies, considering we both have huge, red lumps from the ant bites, until Marco suddenly gasped, -"Oh my God, Jean!"

I yelped and jumped in place a bit, startled -come on, I'm distracted by the pools of freckles on his shoulder, -"What is it?"

-"School! We're late for school!"- He stood up and almost slipped, reclining on the tiles.

-"Oh,"- I muttered and sighed, -"Relax babe, there's not much you'd lose anyway."- I placed my hand behind me and supported myself back on them, looking up at his lean body while chewing my lips. Oh man, those freckles are killing me. He had a hot mess of em' all over his abdomen and pooling on his pelvis and boy, they're driving me nuts.

Marco stared at me, wide-eyed and mouth agape, scandalized by my indifference, -"Teachers still give class, you know? Come on, get up!"- He rushed and dragged me out.

I sighed again and was laughing my ass off at how oblivious we both were. It shoots a point at my 'too much exhilaration and cum is like drinking twenty bottles of beer and getting wasted' theory.

I wanted to stay home and relax after our wild night (and to avoid that insane school), but I wasn't gonna leave Marco alone, so I forced my body up and headed out. Also, I always enjoy a good fight once in a while.

I got a bit groggy as we suited up, rushed by the ticking clock when we gazed at it: fucking nine o clock and Marco was losing his shit. Like seriously, there's less than five teachers giving class and he's panicked. I was helping him pack his stuff up while he changed. I was calm, but Marco was literally running around muttering I-don't-know-what- like crazy. He even forgot to tie his snickers and neck-tie, -"Wait, wait, hold on,"- I said, grabbing his arm with force and swooped him around to tie his necktie. I'm bad at it, but while I worked on it, I kept remembering the way Marco always tie mines and miraculously, I did it. Then, I knelt before him and tied his shoes, -"There, much better. I don't want you trip on school and looking like shit. That's my thing, okay?"

I was combing his hair as best as I could when he cupped my face and kissed me suddenly and fervently. He then parted, -"I love you, but we have to get going."

I nodded and pecked his cheek, -"Okay, but relax, this isn't doing any good to you, okay?"

He nodded too before we headed down, had breakfast and rode off.

My school was still a living hell, but we managed to get to science and excuse ourselves with Levi. He was oddly okay with it, and I'm thinking maybe Levi might be more clever than I thought. Marco was trying to explain him, but he couldn't lie, poor thing, and if I lie, he'd be mad at me for weeks so I stepped in and spoke out, -"We just had a long night, alright? Think whatever you want."- I grabbed Marco's arm and dragged him to our respective chairs, but not before I saw Levi's huge grin.

Classes went on like they usually did and Marco often looked back and smiled at me, awed by my bravado with Levi. I smiled back, winked and threw him kisses. He thought I'd lie, like I've done before, but I proved him wrong. I once told Levi he truth about my delay, but Marco hadn't heard me. He wanted to tell the truth back there but was too shy because I bet he doesn't consider it a genuine excuse.

And hey, I bet he also remembered our awesome night when he looked back at me because I sure did. I could still hear his screams beside my ears, his moans echoing inside and his pleas rattling my body. It's needless to say I didn't pay any attention and despite Marco berates, I kept thinking about it and how it oddly resembled my last wet dream, where I practically fucked him. Oh shit, what does that mean; that sex is actually really close? Because I swear Marco's words were the same as in my dream. This has to be some kind of signal!

Yeah, laugh all you want.

I placed that theory at the back of my head after science. Erwin was absent (that man can't handle the school no more) and Marco wanted to study for Levi's test tomorrow. Oddly understandably (is that even a thing?), the library was peaceful. Not everyone likes a place full of boring and trite books, alright? Myself included, but Marco was in his habitat and I enjoyed watching his smile grow. I figured that when he was alone when I was absent for a month or so, this is where he burrowed himself from the commotion outside.

While we "studied" -about our sexual intercourse, by my beseech- I noted how Marco often shifted position like he was uncomfortable -his butt, I mean- and he also made painful faces and winced. When he stood up once to find some books, he limped his way to the bookshelf and help me, I knew why. The answer literally popped in my head in less than a second, -"Hey, you okay?"- I asked when he sat down with five, huge fucking books he took from his ass, seriously concerned, -"Saw you walking funny."

Marco blushed and fidgeted his fingers against the book's lid, -"Y-yeah, I'm okay."

I arched an eyebrow, dubious, and leaned closer to him. We were on that round table we've always studied before, -"Are you sure?" I studied his face. He was trying to suppress a wince.

Marco sighed and gazed away, biting his lower lip, -"M-my butt hurts a bit."- His cheeks lit up even more now and fuck me, he looks adorable as fuck.

-"Oh,"- I mused and leaned back in my chair, feeling the guilt setting in again, -"Like... bad?"

He shook his head, -"N-no, it's just a bit. It'll go away soon."

My head plopped onto the table with a loud thud.

Marco gasped and placed his hand on my head, jolting it gently, -"Jean, it's okay. It doesn't hurt much, don't worry, please."- He was chuckling under his breath at my apparent stupid worry.

-"I'm sorry, Marco, you should've told me to stop or punched me..."- I mull and whined, forehead against the table's surface. What a crybaby.

-"Jean, please,"- He tussled my hair and tried to lift my head, -"Don't worry. I'm okay, really, it's just sore, but it'l' heal. I promise."- He spoke softly, in that mellowy way I melt for. It soothed me and warmed my troubled soul.

My boyfriend knew how easy I fell prey to guilt and he tried to smother it. It worked and I lifted my head to gaze into his loving eyes, -"You... sure?"

He nodded briskly, his cheeks still bright pink, -"Mjum. It gets better afterward, right?"- And he had to say that.

I smiled broadly. I said the same thing back when he took a cold water this morning. Like always, he managed to cheer me up and while we continued to study, I thought about how ironic the fact that his butt was sore and mines, which had four fucking fingers in, didn't felt shit. I mean... what? How's that possible? Was my ass made of steel or what?

Marco tore me from my thoughts more than once, nagging to me keep studying.

That theory that sex with Marco was around the corner was setting in hard, making me realize the weight of it and I seriously need advice from an expert in that sort of thing. I mean, I'm a virgin, I have zero experience on that matter. I've gone to clubs a few times when I used to hang out with Frank and twelve two (with fake ID's, yeah) and that's about the only sexual intercourse I've experienced before I fell for Marco. Those women kind of noticed I was underage and held themselves. They just touched my arms and legs. Shit, haven't told Marco any of this. I then wondered if Marco had that kind of intercourse before. Even after our sexual sessions, Marco and I haven't spoke about our past, amorous lives beyond ourselves and I'm growing curious.

I shook my head. I can't think about that now as I approach none other than Diego, -"Kirshtein, it's been a while."- He was pacing around the hideout while his boyfriend nursed along Marco. De Castro had no task and I discern why: he brings too much attention, even when wearing dark clothes (that goes against his style). The guy's accent alone can tick off an opponent from a mile away. He's also useless within the hideout; he vouches for nothing other than being there for his boyfriend.

-"Hey, got some spare time? Wanna talk to you."- I said, wishing to elope for a few minutes away from this place. I just came back from Nate's assignment and Marco's busy.

-"Of course,"- He nodded towards the ceiling stairs and after informing his boyfriend and pecking his cheek, we headed up and settled on the toppled trash can -well, I did. Diego complained about it being filthy, -"How's it been, Jean? Knocked a few bullies lately? It brings me gaiety to see you well."

I smiled broadly, -"Never better."

He chortled, -"You're looking lively, probably broke the record of the times you've smiled today -or these days per se."- Ah, so he noted.

-"Can't help it, man, you know how it is."- I looked at him and noted he wasn't so different from me. I was glad to see him wearing gold again, his hair neatly combed into his usual, pompous mohawk. I'm guessing he doesn't leave the hideout at all, at least not with that golden jewelry. He's known for that.

He leaned against the wall near me, arms in his pockets, -"I surmise it has to do your adorable boyfriend. I've seen the looks he's been giving you -oh! And the tender smiles...,"- His voice trailed off and I glared at him. I hate when he does that, I mean, why can't he see the looks his boyfriend gives him? -"I'm glad he's smiling again. You won't believe how gloom he was when you were absent."

Yeah, I can believe it, -"I know, but he can take care of himself. I know he can."- It pained me to say those words, because I want to be beside him forever, to protect him and keep him company, but that won't be possible. I had to admit it. See? I'm not so stubborn.

Diego smiled, -"He did, but still, without you...,"- He gazed up, probably remembering how Marco was back then, -"He's vulnerable, like an abandoned child. He is quite sensitive, isn't he?"- I ignored his comparison because I know it'll make me sink in guilt.

Okay, since when has Diego known Marco like this? -"Yeah..."- Marco's stronger than that. I know he is. He's sensitive, yeah, but he knows where to draw the deadline and he knows how to cope with those emotions, unlike me.

-"You're no less either,"- He added and sighed, now sauntering towards me, -"Anyhow, you had something to share with me, yes?"

-"Oh, right,"- I straightened up and cleared my throat. Oh boy, how do I start? -"Just wanted your advice on something. Marco and I got wild last night and I seriously think-"

-"Blimey, it was about time!"- His face gleamed as he chirped and clapped his hands, -"So indulge me, how did sex feel for the first time? Oh and don't spare me the details, I want to know how your adorable sweetheart works on a bed."

I leaned back, bewildered at his disposition -and a bit pissed at his blatant interest in Marco, -"Uh, we didn't have sex, we just kind of... fucked our butts with our fingers."- Which was pretty close to sex. I surprised myself with my words and my comfort with Diego with this sort of topic.

His latter joyful face vanished and dropped, -"Oh, you do that kind of thing?"

-"Yeah, and how the hell do know I'm a virgin? And what the hell does that mean?"- Question after question.

He laughed and hovered his hand before him, -"Easy, hotshot,"- He jibed and rubbed his temple, -"First of all, the fact that you're a virgin shows and it's pretty obvious -oh, Marco too,"- I was making faces and he laughed -I mean, seriously, it can't be obvious, -"I have a sixth sense for that."

-"Oh, my bad mister sense-all-virgins,"- I mocked, a grin up my ears. In spite of all, it was funny, because I'm aware I'm a bit easy to read. Marco has shown me that much. Still, knowing someone's a virgin just by looking at them has to be some kind of black magic or some other shit like that, -"Please, tell me you didn't figure it the first time we met."- That'd be just plain impossible.

Help me, he laughed again, -"I did, in fact."

-"How the fuc-"- I bit my tongue and shook my head, -"Forget it, I don't want to know. What did you mean when you said 'you do that sort of thing'?"- I mimic his gestures and accent.

He found it amusing and had his arms around his torso from the guffaw, -"Oh, Jean, I did missed you,"- He breathed deeply and swiped his finger just below his eye, -"And by that I mean such mediocre activities when there are thousands of exceptional ways to indulge your lover."

I arched an eyebrow, -"Like...?"- I think I know where this is going and I bet I'm not gonna like it.

-"Penetration or licking genitals -or both, if you've got valor. Some sex games are worth mentioning; Mirror Mirror, Sex Toys Hide and Seek, Mystery Toy..."- He kept mentioning games I know shit about. I only knew about Truth or Dare and 7 Minutes in Heaven, but according to him, those goes in the mediocre category. He must have noted that, because his smirk was clearly visible, -"You don't even know what I'm talking about, do you?"

I shook my head, -"Poor Zaeed,"- I muttered, imagining the boy tied in bed and blindfolded. He's so... not like that. Zaeed is younger than him (3 years younger or so, I think) and he's the total opposite of his boyfriend. What does Diego has that attracted him? -"The fuck do you have that has him so crazed for you?"- Because I've seen the looks the boy gives him and damn, I can see he's completely in for this guy, no matter how truant, promiscuous and snob he is.

"'Poor'? Ah, Jean, you don't know my Zaeed at all,"- Diego got lost in thought as he sighed deeply and stared at nothing in particular, -"He is very wistful and vehement in bed. He actually enjoys when I tie and blind him, and for me to be always above him. I also prefer it."

Again, I was making faces at that info. Zaeed? A satyr? Now's that's something. I wasn't keen to tie or blind Marco, nu-uh, and I think he isn't either. Like Diego, I do enjoy more to be the one on top, but I don't leash him or anything. Marco has a free will and I plan for him to keep it. If he wants to be on top, I let him. If he wants to be beneath me, I let him. I'm not his boss of anything and I don't have superior power over him.

-"What do I have?"- Again, he submerged in his thoughts for a few seconds before gaping his mouth again. He had this look of confidence and comfort as he spoke, -"The mere fact that I don't treat him like a child, like a younger boy than me, and I love and indulge him without taking into consideration his age."

I'm gonna admit I consider that a bit sickening, but I kept my mouth shut. It's their business, I don't have a say in it.

-"Sickening for you, I see,"- Fuck, why am I so readable? Or am I just utterly blatant? I bet I'm both. A few gripes might've escaped my lips as my mouth contorted into disapproval and disgust, -"But I assure you, I don't do anything he doesn't want me to do. Everything I've done to him, his request."

-"That's a bit reassuring."- I said, snorting and dropping my head into my palms. The info was choking, I admit, but what stunned me the most was Zaeed's. Again, I'm reminded that appearances deceive.

Diego chuckled and tussled my hair, -"Relax, Jean. If anything, I only want what is best for him, I want him unharmed and healthy. I'd never do anything that will result risky for him,"- Finally, God, he sat beside me on the trash can after brushing nonexistent rubbish from the surface, and threw his arm across my shoulders, -"So, you think you're about to have sex with him? We'll see if your intuition is sharp. I advise for you to be subtle with him. Unlike Zaeed, I theorize he doesn't permit force?"

I pondered about it and then narrated my wet dream and the similarity it had with the finger-butt-fucking whatever, -"I think it depends on the moment."

He nodded, caressing his chin like this is some serious situation -and it is, -"Indeed. Still, be subtle unless he specifically asks you to be rough. Also,"- He turned to face me, doing that thing with the eyes, -"Don't allow lust to cloud your judgment. Considering your past issues regarding that, you might end up harming him."

My head dropped at that. He was right, I've hurt Marco before while I was clouded with lust. I shuddered at the memories: Marco's tears, his cries, his pained expressions, his pleas to stop...

He shook my shoulder, tearing me from mulling over the memories, -"Also: lubes, Jean. Lots of them. I personally recommend water-based, more subtle for the tissues and easier to clean, also safer. Although, I think you'd prefer oil or silicone based. Do research. Lastly, a thorough preparation, both physically and mentally, if you want the first experience to be completely satisfying and I know you do."

My nerves reeled. Who would've thought? A hot-headed, cocky guy like me asking for sex advice from another guy. Oh man, this is a lot to take in. I'm ashamedly reminded I know nothing about this sort of this and because of that, I have to do research -and I want to, because I don't want to hurt or harm Marco or put his health at risk.

I was nodding all the time when Diego's boyfriend suddenly popped in, -"Jean, Nathaniel's asking for you."

-"Fuck,"- I cursed and stood up, just realizing my body and face were hot and red. This conversation wasn't so awkward (except the part where Diego confessed of his activities with his boyfriend in bed) and I felt better about the situation, if not confused and overflowed with questions and doubt. I scratched my rear neck, -"Uh, thanks, man. Really appreciate it."

He smiled and stood too, -"Anytime. I do wonder, though,"- He narrowed me, his expression plastered with concern, -"If you know nothing about lubricants, then your night with Marco must have been painful."

I shook my head a bit, -"Just a bit, not much."

He snorted and placed his palm on his forehead, -"Not for you, apparently; I'm positive you're made of steel and totally ignored the four fingers, but poor Marco must be having the pain of his life."

Again, the guilt. Did Marco lie? -"He was walking funny..."

-"And if he didn't recommend lubricants, then he's as naive as you,"- I was thinking about the fact that my lack of knowledge ended up hurting him when Diego squeezed his grip on my shoulder, -"It's alright, Jean, if he said he enjoyed it, then it was worth it. We learn from our missteps, right? I'm sure you'll do well wen the time comes."

I got the hint that Zaeed was urging me to go downstairs already -because of both Nate's impatient and because he wanted time alone with his boyfriend. I thanked Diego one last time before walking away. I glanced back and watched them lean close to each other; Zaeed had that look he's been giving to Diego as the latter one took his hand and kissed it. I smiled and descended the stairs.

Literally at the end of the stairs, Nathaniel was waiting for me, -"Finally. What took you so long?"

I just shrugged, trying my best to shove my nervousness from my conversation with Diego aside to focus on other matters.

-"Doesn't matter,"- He waved his hand and gestured me to follow him, -"I received intel from my spies. They found the bullies' hideout."

My eyes widened. If so, then we can finally take the fight to their doors and I can finally beat the fuck out of Trevor and George for all they've done, -"Then what are we waiting for?"

Nathaniel grinned at my eagerness, approving of it, -"We'll depart in a few minutes. I suggest you talk with your boyfriend. He's been edgy since I got the info. He has quite the ear if I do say so myself."

I quickly gazed back at him and sure enough, there he was nursing some guy, but his attention wasn't fully on him, it was on us -me, -"We?"

He nodded briskly, -"I'll join you this time just to fix whatever you fuck up."- There was a bit of abhorrence in there because he hasn't forgotten or forgiven me for risking the "hideout" (his boyfriend, that's what he meant), but I saw a side smirk there, meaning he's eager to fight beside me.

I smirked back and nodded before turning around and toppling with Marco, -"Hey, I-I wanted to talk to you."- My conversation with Diego was impossible to coerce.

He nodded and tugged my sleeve, nodding towards the ceiling's entrance, -"Me too."- And he had a very troubled expression.

Up, Zaeed and Diego just finished their makeout session and he smiled when he passed by me, -"Is something wrong?"- I asked, worried about whatever had him on edge.

-"You're leaving in a few, right?"- When I nodded, his expression worsened as he sighed and covered his face, -"Don't go, please..."- He sobbed.

-"Marco...,"- I drew my body close to his and enclosed my arms around his body, -"It's going to be okay, I'm not going alone. I'll come back for you, I promise."

But he kept sobbing against my chest, gripping my shirt's fringers, -"It's not safe, Jean..."

-"What do you mean?"

-"I...,"- He paused and swallowed his lump, -"I feel like it's a trap, a deceit. I don't know, just don't go, please..."- His pleas, this time, didn't thrill me. This time, they sent cold shivers down my spine, as if my body responded to his statement.

-"Marco, I... have to go, but I'll be extra careful, I promise."- My body wanted to stick to his intuition like before, but duty calls.

Then, tears began to cascade from his eyes. Damn, this foreboding was really getting to him, -"No, please..."- And I knew why. It was the incident with his father all over. Marco often told his father of the dangers of his work, foreboding that soon, it'll cost him his life, but his father ignored him.

I hugged him firmly at that thought, now a bit scared, -"I promise, I'll come back. The second I sense something's off, I'll turn around and come for you, okay?"- No, I'm not allowing Marco to go through that ever again.

Marco relaxed a bit and nodded slowly, -"O-okay..."

I lifted his head by his chin and kissed him softly, -"I swear, I'll come back..."

We stayed together, hugging each other like we cling to our lives for a few minutes before Nathaniel called me. I gave Marco one last, fervent kiss before parting from him reluctantly and coping with whatever awaits me.

Hoped you enjoyed and I warn you that in the next chapter, things are going to get... difficult.