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Warning: Strong sexual content.

NINETY-THREE

It's been two months and Nicholas was nowhere to be seen.

I got another guard assigned to me, since I couldn't be left alone, and he sucked. It's not like having Nick. At least he didn't abused of me and kept a quiet mouth all the time. He only spoke when he needed to -which was infuriating; I asked him about Nick but he never answered. Never. He wasn't the only one I asked, though, and the rest answered evasively and other didn't even bothered. Nick wasn't exactly loved among these guys so his absence was well received by them.

Each passing week, however, things… changed. Like I said, the guards weren't as aggressive as before and the prison was just… silent. Everyone did their thing without minding the others. Finn was quiet. Maxson was practically gone by now. It was… it was peaceful.

I wasn't enjoying that peace like I should. I was dead worried about Nick. I swear, I couldn't stop thinking about the man. I was fearing that he got killed. Someone got him. Someone busted him... but before they could, Nick did something that was changing this place bit by bit. There were new, nicer guards arriving, the drug trafficking was dropping and prisoners were starting to actually enjoy their sentence -even though people might think we're not supposed to, that that's not the intention of the sentence in the first place, but hey, it's enough staying here, isolated from family and friends for months or years. We don't deserve the abuse we were getting at first, alright?

In addition to that, the food and water rations increased. The number of visits also augmented, along with the time you can spend talking with them. Things were really getting better for us. As for me… well, I leaned against the cell bars every day and waited for Nick to arrive one day. He did promise we'll see each other and talk and he has fulfilled his promises so far. I still had hope.

If you're wondering about Gabriel, don't. I don't care about him anymore, even if he completely vanished since that night. Phil and others asked me about him often but I kept my mouth shut. I kept Nick's promise of not speaking about what happened that night to anyone. Speaking of Phil, he was really going nuts without his usual dose of drugs. If he's in that state, I can't imagine Gabe's… wherever he is.

-"Jean Kirshtein,"- I was sitting on my bed, head hung, and perked it up at the call, -"The doctor's asking for you."

I quirked an eyebrow, -"Again?"- She already asked for me this week, -"What does she want now?"- I don't know why she bothers with me anymore. First off, she doesn't tolerate me and second, my wounds healed already -I mean, sort of. The scars were there but you know what I mean.

The guard just shrugged.

I sighed and stood up, -"Lead on, then."

He led me to the medical area and once in, Amari quickly patted the usual seat where she inspects me. She's always on her same bitter mood but since Nick disappeared she's been… soft and dismal. I'm not the only one attached to him. He kind of grew on her too -and not just on her. Nick grew on almost every prisoner here, -"Sit."- She said.

I sighed and sauntered my way towards it. When I sat, I quickly and mindlessly lowered my jumpsuit to expose my back to her. She stood behind the chair and pushed my body forward. She examined my scars, like every damn time I come here, -"They're fine, doc. Quit fussing about it."

-"Quite the collection you got."- She dragged a wheeled and long mirror towards me.

With a sigh, I stood up and turned around. I peered over my shoulder to the mirror and again, I saw the sea of scars plaguing my back. There was scars of every shape; long, short, curved, zigged, etc., -"Yeah, you've said that already. Can I go now?"

-"And leave me stranded?"

I gasped, from deep within, and turned around again. My eyes widened and watered and my mouth gaped. My chest got loose of the knot it had before as I literally lunged forward, shirtless, and embraced Nick as hard as I could. This time, he hugged me back, really hugged me back just as hard, shrouding his arms around my chest and pressing me tightly against his body, -"Fuck...,"- I slurred, tears streaming down my cheeks, -"Where were you? I was sick worried!"- I buried my face and cried on his chest, drenching his officer uniform.

-"I know, I know,"- He chuckled and tousled my hair, -"But I'm here now-"

-"Two months, Nick. Two,"- I spoke, overwhelmed with both joy and relief, -"What happened? I… thought you were dead…"- I was about to ask questions in more depth but considering the present party…

-"I'm really sorry, Jean,"- He apologized, -"I definitely owe you an explanation."- He gazed down on me and smiled.

I nodded, getting the hint that he wanted to do it when we're alone.

-"Hey, Amari,"- He then greeted the doctor, who also embraced him. She was also crying, -"I hope he didn't caused you much trouble."

She just sobbed, trying to brush the tears from her eyes.

-"Actually, there wasn't much trouble here for me to get into."- I said wittily, smirking.

He laughed, -"Just as planned."

-"I'm glad you're alright…"- The doctor slurred.

-"Well, I almost wasn't,"- We all stood quiet until he spoke again, -"Come on, Jean. It's time for you to get a bath,"- He gestured me to follow him, like old times. I wasn't surprised when I saw that the other guard wasn't there. He was waiting for me but when Nick arrived, he knew his job wasn't to watch me anymore, -"I hope things are better in here for you."

I gazed up at him as we walked towards the showers, -"Yeah, was that you?"

-"Partially,"- He nodded, -"I had help from HQ."

-"How did you do it?"- I inquired, -"What happened after… you know…?"

-"I deleted the record of your escape and saved the ones where Maxson abused of others. I gathered enough evidence of their hideous activities to overthrow him and the warden from their positions, including the drug trafficking,"- He paused and halted his steps, pointing somewhere below, -"I discovered that not only it was sent here from outside but also that it was made here, in the basement -which was also being used to torture prisoners and to traffic weapons. I had a hard time sending the report to HQ but when they got it, I left the matter in their hands. They replaced the warden and some officers too."

-"A hard time...?"- I noticed he was walking kind of funny and had a few bandages tightly pressed around different parts of his body. He also had several bruises on his face and arms.

He smiled, a bit weakly, -"I was… ambushed often. The warden threw everything he could at me to prevent me from taking that evidence to HQ. I almost died once…,"- He breathed deeply and continued walking, -"But it's done and we're here."

-"Was it… worth it?"- I asked, in the brink of bursting in tears again.

He nodded, -"Yes, every second of it."

We were about to enter the showers when the guard on watch said something that really blew my mind, -"Captain."

I looked at Nick and back at the officer, -"Wait… what?"

The officer tilted his head to Nick, -"The detective –I mean, Nicholas got promoted."

I saw Nick's smile blooming as he opened the door to the showers. He wasn't looking at me but I saw it and it was full of pride and joy.

-"Holy shit!"- I exclaimed, smiling broadly and extending my arms. I couldn't help to hug him again, -"Congrats, man! You definitely earned it!"

He chuckled and gently pushed me inside, -"Thanks, Jean. I… didn't really asked for it, thought."

-"What do you mean?"

-"I prefer less paperwork and be out in the field,"- He said, closing the door, -"But the chief kept insisting."

I walked towards the closest shower and turned it on, -"That's still one hell of a title, though!"- I exclaimed, taking off my jumpsuit like usual.

-"True,"- He stayed back and leaned against the wall, giving me space and privacy, -"Jean… how you've been?"

I sighed, feeling his eyes on my back, distraught of my scars, -"I'm okay - now, at least. I've been… really worried about you."

-"I know,"- He chuckled, -"And I'm really sorry."

-"It's fine,"- I smiled as the water poured on my head and dripped down my naked body, -"Thank you for… everything. You've done one hell of a job, Nick."

-"I'm glad this place is becoming more peaceful for you, but… it's not over. It never is."

I chuckled this time as I washed my hair, -"Knew you'd say that, you hardass."

Nick laughed at the slang term, -"And what's that supposed to mean?"

-"It means that you don't cut any slack or have any fun, I dunno. I mean, you're always working and I've never seen you taking a break to relax."- I explained and it's true. Nick's always working, always speaking about his mission and his duties.

-"I don't think that, between you and me, I'm the only hardass,"- A grin began to grow on my face. Marco had said this to me before too, -"'I mean',"- He mimicked my voice and words, -"I've seen you working out and you've never taken any breaks."

-"At least I sleep!"

He laughed loudly and took a deep breath, -"Oh, I've missed you, Jean, but…,"- He kept quiet for a few seconds and I had to look at him over my shoulder for him to continue, -"I… need to talk to you about a lot of… stuff."

-"Stuff?"

He chortled at his own lack of words, looking down, -"I'm sorry, I don't even know where to begin,"- He murmured and gazed back up at me, -"Jean… that night, you… I didn't recognize you,"- Oh man, I know where this is going. Marco has given me this talk before, -"I was surprised at your demeanor and… worried. I admit, I was even scared. Jean, you let anger control you, you let it turn you into someone else. You think it makes you stronger but it doesn't, believe me."

Oh, not again...

I scared another important person in my life because of my inability to control my anger.

-"Anger, it… it changes you,"- Nick was getting closer to me and the way he spoke about this really puts me on edge. What has he done to understand the situation so much? To… understand me? -"It… it makes you hurt the people you love."

I bit my lips and hung my head. I knew that, more than anyone. How many times have I hurt Marco because of it?

-"Jean, when I started as I police, anger turned me vengeful. I wanted every criminal out there to pay for what happened at the local store, for shooting my father. I was angry and I also used to think that it made me stronger. It teared my relationship with my coworkers but I didn't care. The second I was put on field work, I… I tracked down the man that led the raid. I didn't know who I was messing with, I didn't care, I just… wanted him dead. My friends, my team, my… instructor, they… they all died there because of my hastiness and the man left me alive on purpose, so I could witness and reflect about it,"- I paid close attention to his sincere words, full of emotion; regret and sorrow, -"I… I was romantically interested in a woman by the time and she went looking for me. We had a heated discussion before I left to track the man. I don't know how she did it, but she found me and got… shot in the middle of the gunfire."

My chest tightened and I placed my hand on it, clutching my skin.

Suddenly, he gripped my shoulder and turned me around. My face reddened the second he started to lean close to me, soaking himself under the shower and not minding at all, -"It was a bloodbath, Jean, and I don't want you to go through it. Never,"- His grip tightened and his expression dropped into deep concern, his eyes watering. He was dead serious, -"That's why I want to help you control it, be with you during the process every step of the way."

With those words, the knot in my chest loosened and warmed up. I nodded briskly, eager for it and for him to be there with me, -"Yeah… I'd… I'd like that."- I really do... someone that understands me…

He smiled tenderly and stepped away, realizing our closeness, -"I'm sorry, I'll… I'll leave you to it,"- I turned around again and continued washing my hair, -"Though I hope you don't mind if I…"- I peered over my shoulder again and saw him taking off his uniform to expose his badly wounded and bruised shoulder. I winced as he started circling it with his other hand on it. He hissed often as he sprinkled it with some kind of spray. It looked horrible, like someone wringed his arm back with a lot of strength.

-"Nick, let me help you."- I said, walking towards him with a towel around my waist.

-"No, it's… okay, you're…"

-"I was done already so it's fine,"- I snatched the spray off his hands and hovered it near his steamy shoulder, -"You should check yourself with Amari, you know. This… it looks really bad,"- I impulsively touched it and it was hot, really hot and red, -"Shit, I'm…"

He smiled, with a bit of pain, -"It's alright, Jean. I need you to pull my arm and stop when I tell you so, okay?"

I placed one hand on his shoulder and the other one beneath his elbow, -"Roger."- He nodded and I began to pull gently, making him wince and groan.

I kept pulling until I heard something click, -"There we go,"- He massaged his shoulder and began to turn to me, -"Thanks, Jean, you really… uh, Jean?"

My eyes got glued to his toned chest and abdomen, really, really reminding me of Marco's sexy body (even though his is less toned), especially with that fucking trail of freckles I love so much of Marco running down his abdomen and ending on his v-line. I was licking my lips as steamy and naughty pictures popped in my mind, boosted by the moist atmosphere. I saw Marco kissing me madly and pushing me against the wall, running his tongue down my neck and nibbling my hot skin. He then undid the towel around my waist, exposing my hard cock to the humid and steamy aroma. I was sweating like a pig and Marco licked every drop that trailed south to my crotch. My whole body got on fire the second I felt his tongue toying with my cock, -"M… Mar…"- I moaned, biting my lips harder.

-"Jean? Are you… alright?"

And then I snapped from my wet daydreaming and saw Nick standing there with a bewildered expression. I cleared my throat and gazed away, hiding my red face, -"Oh, uh… would you look at the time. Damn, I think it's time for recess on the yard. I-I-I better get ready."- I quickly rushed towards the locker and snatched the clean jumpsuit from it, putting it on in a fucking minute. God, that was embarrassing. I even got hard.

Jean, what the fuck is wrong with you?!

Nick was still confused, looking behind him, -"What time? There's no clock in…"

But I had already stepped out of the showers and waited for him. While doing so, I fucking willed my cock down with a lot of mental effort, silently wishing I'd just jack it off but I can't. There's people around here and Nick's inside. The pictures of Marco's naked body weren't helping at all and brushing them off was even harder. I couldn't stop thinking about the similarity Nick's body had with Marco's. I couldn't stop thinking about those fucking freckles on his abs and…

-"Jean?"- That was Nick again, still confused and worried too.

Shit! I need more time!

-"Oh, hey, um… are we going now?"- I said, coughing a lot and struggling to not look at him or turn my body towards him. I had one leg over my crotch, trying to cover my hard-on but making a fool of myself and looking ridiculous instead, -"Can you wait… a bit? I think I left something in there…"- This was incredibly stupid because first off, prisoners don't hold absolutely anything material, we're not allowed to. We don't have anything, I don't have anythingso there's nothing I could've left there and Nick knew this… which surprised when he gave me short nod with a knowing and small smirk.

I was stunned, literally staring at his face, but I managed to enter the showers and shove my hand in my suit to smother my hard-on. I pressed myself against the corner wall with one hand on my mouth to muffle my moans. I closed my eyes and worked myself as fast as I could to not keep Nick waiting while I fucking masturbate. What the hell. Once the bliss sailed and shook through my body, I exhaled in pleasure against my sweaty hand and ejaculated. I then took toilet paper and cleaned myself as best as I could before I headed out. Okay, I admit I needed that. It felt good after so long.

Nick was waiting for me, as expected, -"Did you find what you needed?"- He asked, trying to hide his latter smirk.

I just nodded, feeling my cheeks hot again. Fuck him. Why the hell am I stuck with this clever and perceptive smart ass? Fuck him. He's just like Marco, who has noticed every fucking hard-on I've gotten. Fuck.

We headed to the yard for recess after that embarrassing moment, -"I'll stay here on watch if you need anything."

I sighed and rolled my eyes, -"You always gotta work, don't you? Why don't you come with me and chill for a bit, huh?"- I said, taking his hand and dragging him out.

-"Jean, I can't. I have to-"

-"Yeah, yeah, you have to work but come on, you've been working this whole time and plus, you just came back and you're wounded. I think you need to sit down for a minute… or an hour!"- I exclaimed, still dragging him and already mid-way to the yard.

He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to win this one, -"Alright, Jean. As you wish."

We headed towards that tree I used to hang around and I was glad when Nick sat and lent against its trunk and breathed deeply, finally relaxing and taking a break. He stretched and massaged his shoulder and legs, groaning silently, -"You should take that jacket off. It's hot out here."

He chortled and took off said jacket, the one that had his Captain badge. It was gorgeous; it was golden and above the Garrison's icon (which were two roses tied together), 'Captain of the Garrison Police' was labeled. Underneath the icon, three golden stars bumped out and under the badge, a golden layered placard said "Nicholas Cross, Garrison Police since 1975". Underneath the jacket, he had a tight, sleeved shirt, and he took it's borders and pulled them up to his elbows.

Damn, I though, staring at how good that shirt shows off his abs and toned chest. Again, he reminded me of Marco and the times he had worn tight shirts.

We cloud gazed in silence before I decided to start a conversation, -"So, Nick, are you happy with your life and everything you've accomplished?"- I don't know what got into me. I've never brought up this sort of topic in a conversation. I guess I just wanted to know if he thought that everything he has done was worth all that damage. I wanted to know if he's finally… happy.

He looked down and rested his arm on his raised knee, sighing deeply. I knew then that even though he succeeded in his mission, there was something missing, -"I'm… I'm proud of what I've accomplish and I'm proud of my work,"- He paused for a second and gazed at me with a tender smile, -"I'm happy and I have you to thank for that but… I feel that this life doesn't belong to me, that… it's someone else's. I'm not sure if you understand me or if I'm making any sense."

I bit my lips. Oh, I do, pal, -"I… I think I do."

He quirked an eyebrow, dubious of my response, -"Jean, if this topic is too odd to discuss, I can drop it."

I shook my head, briskly, -"No, no, it's okay! Let's hear it. I'm… I'm sure there's some explanation to it,"- I cleared my throat, actually nervous, -"Or maybe not but I'm gonna hear you out nonetheless."

He smiled again, -"Thanks, Jean. I… I think it's time for you to know what happened to me a few years back,"- He took a deep breath and began with his story, -"I was driving really fast, chasing a criminal who has led the biggest bank raids of that time. It's the fastest I've ever driven in my life. I was eager to capture that man. He had stolen hundreds and hundreds of money from different banks,"- He had his fists clutched tightly, -"I drove him towards a street with no exit and cornered him. I had him and he knew that… and so he wanted to take me with him. He took a sharp, unpredictable turn and crashed his car with mines,"- He paused and placed his hand on his forehead, rummaging through his memories of that time, -"From there, my memory blurs but I remember… fire, a lot of blood and… pain. I remember a light and then… nothing, just pure blackness."

I was shaken up with the story. It's the most tense one he has told me so far and he had a lot of stories to tell, -"Well, since you're here then you survived."- Duh.

-"That's the worst part. I didn't."

I almost choked, -"What?"

-"The doctors said I was dead until one day, I just… woke up,"- Nick's voice was shaky. In fact, he was shaking completely. His grip on his knees kind of controlled that, though. I saw how anxious, tense, distraught and scared this topic made him and I knew that it was really, extremely personal and I might be one of the few people he had shared that with, -"I saw a light and it was cold, really cold but then it all faded and I… I woke up. I don't know how, I… I…"

I've never seen this man so shaken up, so… vulnerable. It… it scared me.

-"Nick…"- I wanted to comfort him, despite being scared too. Escaping death? Who in their right mind can just… forget that and be fine with it? Hell, I'm not sure I believe him to begin with.

-"Since then everything changed. My body changed and I've felt that this life I'm living is not mines, but… someone else's,"- He opened his palms and stared deeply into them, -"I have… strong memories of a woman and a boy that looks a lot like me. They… they mean a lot to me. I love them and I also have flashes of… of someone, me… I think, as a police too. It was my first day and I… felt so happy…"- He was bit confused but… he kind of had his mind sorted about this, like he thought about it for a long time. Years.

I'm shaking, -"Do… you remember anything else?"- This can't be…

-"Yes, I… I was shot in my chest, a lot, and I was… sorry, really sorry. I remember watching my son crying but… he was mad at me…"- I need more. I need more, Nick.

-"Do you know their n-names?"

He stayed speechless for a moment until he nodded, very slowly, his eyes glistening and glued to the ground. My heart throbbed rapidly, -"Her name is… Celine…"

Oh God…, -"And the boy?"

He gazed at me and a small, thin tear dripped from his eye. I was pushing him but I need to hear it, -"… Marco."

My eyes widened and I swear my heart stopped beating. I was stunned. It's… it's him… it's really him…

-"I've been alone for so long that I think… I'm making all this up…"

He's lying to himself…

I was putting a lot of effort into staying calm and put on the ground but… I couldn't. I just snapped and stood up, hands gripping my hair and muttering, -"Shit, shit, shit,"- Again and again, feeling my stomach churning while I paced around, -"Holy shit..."

-"Jean?"- He stood up too, both bewildered and curious of my behavior, -"What's the matter?"

-"Fuck, shit, fuck…"- I kept cursing. God, what do I do? What do I do? It's really him, dammit! It's Victor Bodt!

I have two option; tell him about Marco and Celine or stay quiet. Here's the thing: even though he knows their names, he hasn't looked for them, meaning, he doesn't want to -being a police and all. I, on the other hand, want them to meet. Maybe, just maybe it'll heal that abyss of a lifetime of solitude in him. Maybe. It could also make it worse. Point is, if I tell him, he won't agree to it. He's stubborn too, like Marco. I'm… I'm gonna have to lie to him, -"Jean, do you…?"

-"Holy shit!"- I cursed again and turned to him, -"That's… that's fucking mind-blowing! That's a miracle, Nick! You're a miracle!"

He stared at me blankly. He's not an idiot. Plus, I'm not good at this.

-"God, I'm not even sure if I believe you. I don't exactly believe in miracles, you see…"- Just drop the act already, Jean. He's not buying it.

And because of that I started to turn away until he gripped my hand and stopped me. I peered over my shoulder at him and his serious expression made me shiver, -"Tell me, do you know them?"

I gulped and slightly shook my head. He knows, doesn't he? He was a detective and now he's a Captain. He has to know. Then why question me? -"I'm sorry, but… you just gotta trust me on this one."- If he knows, then it's going to be hard to get him to meet Celine and Marco but I'm getting it done. I swear.

Nick just stared at me and sighed, loosening his grip on my arm, -"You're the first one I've ever spoken to about this, Jean. It's… very personal to me and I trust you won't share it with anyone else."

I nodded, -"You have my word."

-"Thank you,"- He smiled tenderly and ran his hand through his hair, -"I've wanted to speak about that to someone for so long, let it out of my chest. I'm glad I found you."

-"I know how that feels. You know I'll always be eager to hear you out whenever you need to, uh…, vent off or anything."- My body was still shaking a bit and I was still nervous. It's scary but… this conversation we had proved that Nicholas is truly Victor Bodt reincarnated. As for me, I've never believed in this stuff. I've never believed in miracles but this… this is something else. The answer was spoken right before me and I heard it clearly. I can't say I don't believe he's the reincarnation of my boyfriend's father. I can't. I just can't.

-"I know."- He gaped his mouth to say something else but the distant abuzz was getting louder and Nick, industrious as always, perked his head up to inspect the commotion.

-"Oi, Nicky! Is that you?"- One prisoner with a lot of tattoos and a shaved head spoke among the approaching crowd. I think I've seen him before. I noted some of them had basket balls and other type of sport balls.

-"Anthony, how you've been?"- Nick replied, sauntering towards him, -"How's your leg?"- Nick knelt before Anthony and inspected the leg bracer.

-"It's cool, especially since you got me that shit,"- Nick stood and hugged the man, -"It's been…, what? Four months?"

-"Two, actually."

-"Yeah, well, I've missed you."- Anthony spoke and it's pretty clear he's one of those prisoners Nick has saved.

-"I trust you've been staying out of trouble?"- Nick asked, hands on hips.

-"'Course, Nicky. There's not enough trouble to get into anyways."

-"Huh, Jean here said the same thing."- He laughed and pointed at me.

-"Oi, Jean!"- Anthony shouted, waving his thin arms at me. I waved mines back at him. I guess we've met before but really, I don't remember.

-"So, up for some basket, detective?"- He then face-palmed himself, -"Oh, right, it's Captain now. I'm sorry. I forgot."

Nick just laughed and then suddenly snatched the ball from his grasp.

-"Oh, you still go it, Nicky,"- He watched as Nick ran with the ball towards the basket and then turned to me, -"C'mon, Jean."

With a broad smile, I trotted towards the basket area and began to play, eager to forget about the whole Nick-but-not-really-him thing for a few minutes and it did work. I haven't played sports in a long time and man, it felt good. It brings me back to the old soccer days when my dream was to become a professional soccer player. Anthony was good, despite his spoilt leg. Nick was also good but I was worrying about him, considering his bloated shoulder. During break, I asked him about it but he was stubborn and just brushed it off with "it's okay, Jean". Ugh. Just like Marco. We played a lot and in the end, Anthony won and we celebrated his victory by sitting down and making a wide circle. Each prisoner told a story and when it was my turn to ask someone, I asked Anthony how he met Nick.

-"Nick, huh. That's a good one right there,"- He was smiling, nodding to himself, -"You're lucky to have 'im, you hear? I was being tortured by that jerk Maxson for fighting with a damn guard that was mocking me. Asshole even broke my damn leg. Then Nick just came right in and stopped him, like a damn hero. I just wanted to die by then but Nicky told me I had to keep moving on. Then he asked me what my dream was and I always wanted to be a good basket player and he said that I was as long as I believe it. Then I said how the hell can I do it if I can't even walk and then he came to me with this bracer, helped me walk and everything. A real angel. There aren't many good guys like him out there. He's like one in a million."

I was smiling and gazing at Nick. He wasn't here with us. He returned to his post right after we finished the basket game.

We told inspiring stories like that one, others were scary and even funny ones until the bell rang and we returned to our cell. After a long time, I finally noticed the fully patched hole that led to Gabe's cell, who I still haven't seen during all this time. I guessed that he was moved to another cell but I grew curious and asked Nick before he leaves, -"Hey, I'm curious… what happened to Gabe?"

-"Gabriel?"- Nick expression softened as he locked my cell, -"I thought you'd ask sooner or later."

-"Yeah, well, I'm still mad at him."

-"I'm aware. I figured you take a lot of time to forgive someone."- He chortled silently, leaning against the bars.

That's… actually true. Unlike my boyfriend, I can stay mad at someone for months. I'm hot-headed, what can I say?

-"About Gabriel, he's… dead, Jean,"- He sighed and I bet he's blaming himself, -"I tried to stop him but when the drug trafficking began to drop, he overdose himself. I told him I'd help him through the withdrawal but…"

He committed suicide and I'm not surprised. He clung to that junk until the end. Still, I have to admit I'm a bit demoralized, -"Damn, those are some news to go to sleep with,"- I jibed, trying to keep the news out of my mind, -"Hey, listen, don't blame yourself. He chose to be an ungrateful little bitch. It's not your fault."

-"I know,"- He took a deep breath and stepped away from the cell, -"Thanks… for everything, Jean, for today and for hearing me out."

I waved at him and sat on my bed, -"It was nothing."

-"You do believe I'm someone else reincarnated, don't you?"- He smirked.

Fuck, I cursed mentally but really, he was a detective. I should've expected he'd figured it out. I mean, he does that shit for a living. Of course he's perceptive, clever and fucking sly, -"There's no way to fool you, huh?"

-"Naturally."- He shrugged and smirked again.

-"Show off."

-"What's his name again?"

-"Cut the crap, Nicky,"- I've gotten to a point with him where I'm not even ashamed of speaking to him like that -and vice versa too! Expect that he doesn't do profanity, just like Marco, -"You know already."

-"Victor Bodt,"- He asserted, his expression softening more, -"Did you ever met him?"

I shook my head and I realized that I was wrong about him, -"You did your homework, didn't ya'?"- He did searched for them but whether or not he met them it's unknown. I doubt he did.

-"You could say that,"- He suddenly smiled, remembering something, -"Your boyfriend, Marco. You said his name a lot when you were unconscious the first time we met. You… mistook me for him."

Well, fuck me and my dumb mind. I totally forgot about that -oh, and I almost said it again when I had that fucking hard boner after seeing him shirtless. I looked away, a bit embarrassed.

He chuckled at my blunt but then turned serious, -"I also know you plan on having me meet them during your next visit."

I sighed and dropped my head on my hands, which were held by my elbows on my knees, -"Of course you'd know,"- I then gazed at him, -"And… what do you plan to do?"

He looked away too but he wasn't embarrassed. He just… didn't had the answer, -"I'm… I don't know."

I stayed speechless, watching him and his every expression. He really didn't know. It's like he wants to because he feels that they're his family, because he's been alone for years, but then… he's not exactly Victor. What if meeting them just makes things worse? What if Celine and Marco don't see him as his husband/father? It's been so long since Victor's death that they got over him, they moved on -plus, Celine's going out with someone else, my father. What if seeing him again is not the right choice? It's… confusing. He's confused and so am I, -"Nick, whatever you decide to do… it's okay. I'll stand beside you and respect your decision but…,"- Shit, how do I put this? Nick has searched for them and for years he's been pondering whether or not meeting them, -"You're not going to find anything just by standing idle, watching them from a distance or a screen. I think… I think it's time for you to break the ice. If it goes wrong, then… we'll fix it."

He stared at me for a while until he nodded, very slowly, -"I'll… I'll consider it."

-"Okay."- The next visit is two days away.

-"Goodnight."- He left and I breathed deeply, feeling tense and nervous already. I slumped back on my bed and just stared at the ceiling for an eternity. I forced my mind to forget about Nick for tonight and though instead about Marco. I want to see him already. I want to see his smile. I want to get out of here and be with him; I want to play games with him, I want to watch those animated movies he loves so much with him, I want to make out with him and I want to get heavy and hot with him. I really miss him. I kept thinking about him and eventually, I fell asleep and had yet another wet dream.

Ironically, I was still in prison and Marco was here with me. Somehow, the judges ended the trial throwing him in prison too. Marco did say he'd be with me until the end, even in prison. Personally, I wouldn't bear with that. I don't want to see Marco in here, ever. My boyfriend, in his entire damn life, has done nothing wrong. Absolutely nothing. Marco's the sweetest and kindest person I've ever met. He's tender, charismatic, compassionate, merciful and loving. He has no reason to be here. I do. I'm rebellious, short-tempered, violent, belligerent and indomitable. I've killed. He hasn't. I've punished my enemies harshly. He hasn't.

But this was a wet dream and this prison is where I'm currently at and right now, being all horny, I wanted him here.

Marco had his own cell and it was beside mines -which was Gabe's, in reality. The hole was open and he got through. He also had his jumpsuit and as he approached me seductively, he unzipped it slowly, exposing his fucking sexy and cute body to me. I was sprawled on the single bed in the cell, waiting for him and licking my lips at his closing figure. When he finished, he threw the suit away and my eyes glued to his cock, making my heart throb faster and my body hotter -and my dick harder. My lips even dried and I licked them even more. When he reached my bed, all naked, he straddled me and started taking my suit off, slowly and sensually. My torso was exposed and he ran his soft hands through it, ravenous for my skin. My body vibrated in delight and I moaned, -"Marco… I… I missed you…"- I slurred, feeling my throat dried and hot.

He smiled, poking each of my abs, -"I missed you too... Jean."- He leaned down and inhaled the skin of my chest. He kissed the area and trailed downward to my abdomen, running his tongue through my abs. He traveled south again and swept his tongue through my v-line. I shook and moaned again, hitching my body up a bit at the pleasuring sensation, enjoying the softness of his lips and the slime of his tongue.

I started to pant, already desperate for him to undo me whole, -"M-Marco...,"- I was sweating, hot and hard all over for him, -"… just suck me already."

He noticed and nodded, tugging and undoing the lower part of my suit. My stiff cock was exposed and it was already trickling small drops of jizz. Marco licked his lips and leaned down, nuzzling my cock playfully. My vision blurred as I moaned a bit louder, gripping the bed firmly. My boyfriend gaped his mouth and nibbled my dick gently, taking the drops of my cum in his mouth. He rose his head to my shaft and sunk it in his mouth. I wheezed as he started sucking it and increasing power. My body hitched up again, this time higher, and my grip on the bed tightened.

-"Marco… fuck… me…"- I moaned, unable to hold the crave of the feel of his dick in me.

Marco then shoved two of his fingers in my anus, readying my body for penetration, while still sucking me. He thrusted his finger deeper, back and forth continuously. I puffed and puffed, feeling breathless from all the heat, my chest going up and down, -"Jean… I'm going in."- Marco warned, already hovering his dick close to my rectum.

I nodded briskly, desperate to fill him in me, -"Fuck me, Marco…"

Gently, he shoved his dick in my anus and I immediately darted my head back, the hot sensation overwhelming me.

-"Jean, I'm gonna move."- He warned again.

And I nodded again, more vigorous.

Marco started to joggle his hips, shoving his cock deeper. With each push, I bleated and moaned blatantly, -"Marco...!"- I groaned, raising my arm and gripping his hair with force as me fucked me, -"Oh, Marco, do it faster… fuck me harder…"

And he complied. He pushed with more and more force and it started to hurt but for me, it felt glorious. He ran his hand through my thigh and lifted my legs, making my crotch more visible and open, -"Jean, does it feel good?"- He asked, still fucking me with the same pace, never stopping.

-"Oh yeah, Marco…"- I replied, breathless.

-"Good."- He said.

I began to feel fuzzy within as the orgasm closed in, -"Fuck me faster, Marco, I'm… I'm coming,"- The craving for euphoria spurred me, making my body hitch and writhe and moan louder. Marco's pace fastened and when I ejaculated on his body, I darted my head at the exhilaration, -"Oh, that feels good..."- I commented.

My breath steadied and Marco stopped his movements slowly and when he finished, he ramped his body down to kiss my lips, his dick still in me and I wanted it there forever. I shrouded my arms around his neck and kissed him back, fondling his sweaty back. Our tongues met and we sucked the air out of each other.

The night was still young.

~ o ~

-"Wake up, sleepyhead."- Nick never shouted to wake me up. He just shook me awake gently.

I rolled over my back and gazed up at his tall figure before me. I yawned and wanted to stretch but that's when I felt my hand in my crotch. I gasped and turned rolled away. Nick just chuckled, silently, and just turned around, waiting for me to, uh… compose myself.

I breathed and pulled my smudgy hand out of my suit. I stood up and since Nick had his back to me, I cleaned myself with the small bathroom I had here (no shower, though), -"I-I'm up."- I said after I finished and followed Nick to breakfast. During the walk, he didn't tell me anything about meeting Celine or Marco so I gathered he's still thinking about. There's one more day -and besides, it doesn't have to be this week's visit. It could the next one's or the other one. I just… I don't want to push him. I know it's difficult for him and it's something he must think about profoundly.

Around noon, he approached me after I finished playing soccer with some prisoners. It was amazing! I finally relieved something I actually enjoyed during my time in school. It was messier and less organized but it was still amazing and I was really happy I got to be a part of it, -"Having a good time?"- Nick asked as I sat on one of the benches and dried my forehead with the suit.

-"Yeah!"- I exclaimed, drying the sweat off my chest, -"You should've joined us!"

-"I was tempted, actually, but then I'd just stink like you."- He jibed, chuckling lightly.

-"Har har,"- I mocked and stood up, extending my arms and gesturing him to hug me, -"Come on, you can't resist me."

Nick smiled broadly and shook his head, -"You're right, I can't."- He stepped close to me, arms wide too when he suddenly lifted me up and rested me on his shoulder. I really hoped it wasn't the damaged one.

-"Hey!"- I shouted mockingly, -"What're you doing?"

-"Taking you to the showers, piggy."- He chuckled, carrying me all the way to showers along the rest of the prisoners. Nobody tried anything while I bathed and I'm positive Nick and the new warden disallowed that kind of perverted behavior. I haven't met the new warden but Nick told me that she was very strict and austere but kind hearted. I was surprised when he told me it was a woman but he assured me that she was the right person for the job. Sure enough, this place has changed ever since she got the tittle -Finn got scolded! He wasn't bullying anyone anymore! I bet he got a good spanking from that lady.

Back in my cell, I did my usual workout before going to sleep. Nick didn't give me an answer today either but really, he can take all the time he wants to. I want him to think about it thoroughly before making the decision and I want him to be 100% positive about.

~ o ~

-"Hey, mister, where's Nick?"- I asked the guard that was escorting me to the visit area. I haven't seen him today. He didn't wake me up for breakfast. Some other guard did.

-"He's taking care of some business out there but he'll be back soon."- He assured and allowed me entrance to the visit room where Marco, Celine and Dad waited for me. I sighed. I guess he still hasn't decided…

And I hoped he's really taking care of something and not running away…

I sauntered towards the chair and sat, taking the phone in my hands and greeting Marco with a booming smile, -"Hey, babe."- I said, feeling all warm and happy now that I got him right before me and I could see his cute face and his adorable freckles. He smiled back and God, I really missed that smile. I really missed his loving look.

-"Hey, Jean,"- He replied, -"How're you doing?"

-"I'm great and you?"- I asked and chuckled, -"I know you're still missing me and I'm missing you too but hey, there's just one more month and then we can be together again."- I'm both excited and desperate. I'm not exactly your patient guy.

-"I know, Jean, and I really can't wait. I just think about it and it feels like I still have to wait for a long time."- He admitted, sighing deeply. Yeah, it still feels like that -specially for me. Marco's way more patient than me but in this kind of situation, well, it's different. It's about me. My boyfriend really gets his head too much into stuff that involves me.

-"Well, it's better than five months, right?"

Marco chortled and nodded, -"Yeah, you're right,"- He then breathed deeply, closing them and then opening them up again, -"I can wait. I can do it."

I really wanted to hold his hands right now, -"I know you can. I have every confidence in you."

Marco smiled, his eyes watering. And he gets really emotional too. He started sobbing and fuck me really hard, I wanted to wipe those tears off and comfort him and give him a tight hug and… and…

-"Marco…"- I slurred, feeling my throat stagnant by a knot.

-"I'm sorry,"- He quickly apologize, whipping his tears with his index finger, aware that he makes me emotional too whenever he starts crying. He composed himself and smiled again, -"Thanks for believing in me."

-"I love you, Marco, so damn much."

-"I love you too, Jean."

We spoke a lot after that and since speaking to more than just one family member (no more than three) was allowed, Celine and Dad joined. We spoke about different things and for once, we weren't speaking about the prison or my sentence. In any case, during the conversation, I mindlessly kept looking over my shoulder, to see if Nick was around but I never saw him. I just sighed and turned to the conversation again, -"Jean, are you waiting for someone?"

-"Huh?"- I quickly shook my head and smiled a bit abashed, -"Oh, uh… no, no. I'm not waiting for anyone."- I told Marco about Nick once but I didn't tell him that he looked like his father. It was during those first days I met him and I wasn't entirely convinced he even looked like Victor by then.

I gave up at a point but while speaking to my father, I noticed a tall but blurry figure reflected on the transparent wall. I squinted at it and Dad was starting to look at me with a crooked eyebrow, confused. I suddenly gasped, turned around and with a sigh of relief, I murmured, -"Nick…"

Hoped you enjoyed! I think the next chapter will be the last one so it will probably be longer than the rest. Probably. Or there could be two more. Not sure yet. OR... should I reach the 100th? XD

PEACE!