Welp, this chapter ended up being longer than expected. Holy shit. I spent a lot of time on it and even had to write half of it again. My laptop is kind of bitchy, turning off all of a sudden just when I'm about to save :) *sigh*

But anyways, here is the final chapter... possibly! Enjoy!

Warning: Strong sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

NINETY-FOUR

FINAL

-"Nick…"- I muttered after gasping at his sudden but timely arrival. Then, my nerves flopped and I was kind of wishing he hadn't arrived. What if it really is not good for him to meet them? What if it just fucks things up? What if it makes him even more unhappy? You're regretting this now?!

Chin up, Jean! You promised him!

I was nervous for him but also because of Celine and Marco's reaction. They were speaking but they abruptly stopped and just stared at him wide eyed. Celine's eyes began to glisten and her lips shook. I knew she also believed in reincarnation and watching her expression now, I knew that she at least admitted that he looked like Victor. Whether or not she believes he's really Victor is unknown to me. I think she doesn't, though. For her to believe it, he'll have to demonstrate her by deeds and stuff Victor used to do.

Marco's expression was more heartbreaking than hers. His eyes were watering and he kept gulping, as if he's having trouble swallowing, as if he had an unbearable knot in his throat. He was even breathless, unable to pull his eyes off of Nick. His mouth gaped a bit and I swear I heard him whispering "Dad?". I felt my chest tightened as a single, thin tear dripped from one of his eyes. Marco, more than Celine, in my opinion, suffered Victor's death and right now, I saw a spark of hope in his eyes. Marco and his father never saw eye to eye (they still loved each other, though) and they argued often. In the end, Marco allowed his fury get the better of him and instead of giving his father a warm goodbye, he just… scolded him, told him 'I told you!'. Marco, up to this day, regrets letting his anger ruin their relation until the end now that he truly lost him. I guess that validates that saying in people's mouth: "you don't know what you have until you lose it."

They were both experiencing that feeling and hunch I got the first time I saw Nick but they stayed quiet and just… stared at him. I gazed at them and then at Nick and I realized that they weren't the only ones; Nick was blank, speechless and motionless. It's like he couldn't believe that they were actually before him, that after all those years, they're… really here.

I was at a loss too but time wasn't. We were running out. There's only ten minutes left. I have to say or do something so I just coughed and spoke the first thing that came to mind, -"Um, Celine, Marco, this is um… Nicholas Cross, but you can just call him Nick or Nicky, he doesn't mind. He was a detective of the Garrison -well, until recently. He got promoted to Captain,"- I pointed at his badge, -"You see it? Cool, right?"

Nothing. Still blank. All three of them.

I coughed again, louder, trying to just make them snap off their trance, -"Erm.., he's a really cool guy. He saved me from an asshole and did a bunch of good things in this place, turned it upside down and made it better."

-"Celine…,"- Whispered Nick, -"Marco…"- He breathed, realizing that hey, this is getting us nowhere but I'm not blaming anyone. I mean, I was shocked when I saw him and I never even met Victor. They have a better reason to be stunned.

But the thing is, we're running out of time and Nick realized that, -"Jean...,"- He muttered and placed his hand on my shoulder, -"Go."- He tilted his head toward the door that leads to the other side of the transparent wall.

-"What? I can't go through there."- I said, quirking an eyebrow. Was he trying to bail out of this reunion? Oh, damn. I'm starting to regret this a bit. Marco and Celine were still speechless -and Dad was lost, with no idea of what's going on. He knows Victor was Celine's deceased husband but I don't think Celine showed him a picture or anything.

He pulled some kind of card from his jacket, -"I'm giving you permission. Come on."

Woah, is he… is he for real? An immense happiness started to spark within me as Nick swiped his card through the door's mechanism. When it opened and he allowed passage for me, I gazed at him and smiled, my eyes on the brink of tears, -"Fuck you, Nick… you had to go and make me cry…"

He chortled, -"You know what they say; crying is good for the soul."

I swallowed the knot in my throat, -"Thank you, man… you really did it this time."

He smiled tenderly, -"Go, Jean. Time's running out."

I nodded briskly and stepped out of my usual side of the wall. With my heart throbbing rapidly against my chest, I then faced the area where Marco, Celine and Dad were and I saw them all standing up but Marco was the one who was literally running towards me, -"Jean!"- He exclaimed and his body collided with mines, his arms wrapped tightly around me and his eyes full of tears.

I staggered but held my place, -"Marco!"- I exclaimed too as I shrouded my arms around his torso and pressed him tightly against me, as hard as I could, like never before. Fuck…, I started crying too, embracing Marco even tighter, I'm hugging him, he's here in my arms, I'm finally feeling him after so long…! I'm feeling that warmth he always emanates…

-"Jean!"- Marco exclaimed again, taking my head and smashing his lips with mines -and here it thought I'd be the one doing it. We kissed and even though it was messy and desperate, the feel of his warm and soft lips on mines felt refreshing. I remember the recent wet dream and had the urge to deepen the kiss and shove my hand… somewhere in him but I held myself. He pulled back and buried his face on my chest, soaking my suit with his tears, -"I miss you, so much…!"

I planted my face in his hair and inhaled his sweet vanilla scent I love so much, my tears dripping on his scalp, -"I miss you a lot too, Marco,"- With a sob, he pulled back from me a bit and I brushed the tears from his eyes, -"I'll be home soon, okay?"

He nodded and parted from me. Celine gave me a tight hug then and when it was my father's turn, he couldn't hold his tears either, -"Son..."- He slurred, squeezing me tightly.

-"Yeah, Dad,"- I said, pulling away from him so I could see his face, -"How you've been?"- He looked… the same as before but he's still holding on.

-"I'm alright, son, just… tired. I'm really worried about you and I miss you. I can't concentrate on anything without you at home,"- Dad has always been the hardworking guy (like Nick, although his job is more dangerous than Dad's and it required Nick to be physical actively. Dad just sits on a chair and fixes computers all day), -"I can't rest knowing that you're in this horrible place… I just… I just can't…"

-"I'm sorry, Dad,"- I apologized, -"But I'll be home in just one more month so I need you to hold on until then, okay?"

He nodded slowly against my chest.

-"Jean, it's time."- Nick warned.

-"Who… who are you?"- Celine slurred after a few minutes of just hugging each other. She was staring at Nick again.

-"I… I don't know."- Nick replied, looking down, his expression soft and quavering.

Celine's eyes watered but she held her tears back, -"I'd… like to find out and I'd like to help you find out."

I smiled broadly, feeling a tickling happiness within me. If there's anyone who can help him, it's her.

Slowly, a tender and emotional smile grew on his face, -"I'd like that… I really do,"- He then gestured me to follow him, -"Time to go, Jean."

I sighed in disdain and turned to Celine and Dad, giving them a hug at the same time. When I turned to Marco, though, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards me, giving him a nice, warm goodbye kiss on his lips. This time, tongues got lousy and feisty as I pressed his mouth deeper in mines. I never minded making out in public, plus, the present party was not just any party, but Marco always minded, out of respect for other people. Now, though, he didn't care. He hasn't kissed me in four months -he hasn't even laid a hand on me for four months, fuck's sake. The same goes for me and I've been having wet dreams about him like crazy; I missed touching him, I missed kissing him and I missed masturbating with him. Of course I missed him completely! His smile, his sweetness, his tenderness, his kindness, his…

I really didn't wanted to let go, -"I'll be back soon. Wait for me a bit, okay?"- I whispered after I parted a bit from him, leaning my forehead on his.

He nodded and gazed up at me, our eyes locking, -"Okay."

I gave him one final kiss before stepping in with Nick on the other side. As I walked, I gazed over my shoulder and waved them all goodbye. My eyes locked on Marco, though, and I rubbed my lips together. Damn, I already miss him.

Once in my cell, I turned towards Nick, -"Hey, thanks again, you have no idea how much I appreciate it,"- I spoke, scratching my rear neck, -"I hope you're not in trouble for that, though."

He just smiled, like always, -"Don't worry about it, Jean. Besides,"- He then smirked, leaning against the bars, -"I've gotten myself out of trouble plenty of times."

I chuckled but I know he was really speaking the truth, -"I've no doubt, Nicky,"- With a sigh, I walked close to the bars and lent my back against them, close to his position on the other side. While we walked here, I was wondering how to speak about this, -"Hey, um… about Celine and uh, Marco… I-I hope it wasn't too uncomfortable or… awkward,"- It didn't really go bad, bad, like embarrassing bad, but…, -"I just... I just hope you're not regretting it. I was the one who made the plans in the first place because I… I want you to be happy, I want to help you sort that reincarnation mess, but I don't know if I screwed up…"

Nick chuckled, -"Jean, what're you saying?"- He said, incredulous of my words, -"It couldn't have gone better. I really wasn't expecting this day, where I get to meet them, to come. I was nervous, uncertain and scared before but you… you believed in me and encouraged me to face them. You made this possible and thanks to you I… I have a chance to unravel who I really am. Also,"- He pinched my cheeks, making me wince a bit, -"Ever since I met you, Jean, I haven't felt so lonesome and unhappy. I'm proud of you, you know. You've had a lot thrown at you and yet here you are."

I felt my cheeks warming up when he said that. I stepped away from the bars and faced him, scratching my scalp a bit sheepishly. God, hearing something like that from someone like him was… really amazing. I felt… I felt honored. I respect the man a lot, I idolize him, I admire him, I look up to him and… I wish to be as cool as him but I am who I am and I'm fine with it. I've done things that my family is ashamed of -hell, even Marco! But… I don't. I'm fine with what I've done because it had to be done. Honestly, I really don't regret anything, -"Damn, that's… very good to hear,"- He's one to talk too. I bet Nick has been through some serious shit too and yet he keeps doing his job, -"I admire you, Nick. I mean, what you've done here… you've changed this place despite being rife with fucking asshole and criminals of all kinds. You cared. Most people think we deserve the punishment we got at first… but not you. You chose to do something about it, you were eager to help, you swore you'd make things better here and you did. You never gave up even though you were shunned a lot."- Nick revealed to me once that the idea of investigating this place was his, not the chief's. He told me his coworkers disagreed and shunned him of it so that's why he was sent here alone.

Nick smiled again, -"Thanks, Jean. I do my job no matter what people say but… it's really nice to hear that from time to time. It's good to know that someone is grateful."

-"Trust me, I really am."

-"I know,"- He parted from the bars and waved me goodbye, -"Well, I better let you rest. Goodnight."

I waved at him too, -"Night -and hey,"- He halted his steps and looked over his shoulders, -"Be careful, yeah?"

He smiled, -"I'll try to."

~ o ~

I had another wet dream that night, especially since I kissed Marco during the visit.

I'm not sure where we were -it was some kind of a flat terrain- but all I know is Marco and I were kissing and it was a heavy kiss. We were both hot and sweating, kissing madly, both of us ravenous for the lips of the other. We were breathless but neither of us stopped, not even to take a breather, -"Marco…"- I wheezed, nibbling his soft and puffy lower lips. They were warm and slimy with my saliva, boosting the moves of my mouth. They were a bit bruised but Marco never complained. He just kept kissing me back until I couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't hold the urge to get in him, to feel him more, to touch him everywhere.

I pushed him down onto a grassy surface and that's when I realized we were on the backyard of my house. It was dark and yet bright at the same time -it was nighttime and even though the nights are cold, Marco and I were too hot to feel it, our bodies sweating and calling for the other, -"Jean…,"- Marco breathed and exhaled and I felt his hot breath on my face, making it even warmer, -"… touch me, please."

Oh, he didn't have to say it, -"I'll touch you everywhere, babe."

I raked my hand up his torso, pushing his shirt up to expose his chest and nipples. I licked my lips before ramping down to kiss them and then to nibble them. They were hard and moist and I sucked on them harshly, making my boyfriend moan and shiver in pleasure, -"Ngn...,"- I trailed my tongue down and dipped it in his belly button, making him educe sharp moans, -"Haa… J… ean…,"- His body heated up beneath my tongue as an arousal spurred him, making him erect sharply against my chest. I grinned and traveled south to his crotch, spotting the blatant bulge in his pants. Teasingly, I unbuttoned his pants and fondled his bulge. He was already wet so I began to lick his under pant and tasted his sweet cum, -"J… Jean, please…"- He puffed, his face redder by the second.

-"'Kay, babe."- I pulled his underpants down and quickly licked his stiff cock. I bit it harshly, making him groan in both pain and pleasure. I gripped it with one hand and started sucking him off while the other hand fingered him deep in his anus.

Marco wheezed and puffed, -"Mmm… Jean…,"- He slurred, darting his head back and writhing his body, -"… Jean… haa…,"- I started jerking two fingers in and out of his anus with a fast pace while sucking him with more power, making a satisfying splashing sound. I bit my lips as I felt my own body arousing too as I gulped each drop of his sweet jizz, -"… Jean, ngh… I… I'm about to…"

Before he came, I erected hard and I wanted him to feel it so I leaned my hips close to his. My face was above his so I looked down at him, sweats drops dripping to his forehead, -"Do you feel it, Marco?"- I started joggling my hips, rubbing my bulge against his crotch. The way his body vibrated made me even more excited. Seeing Marco gleeful and reacting with pleasure is what turns me on.

He nodded, biting his lips seductively, -"Mhum…,"- He exhaled and hung his arms on my neck, -"But I… I want to feel it more."

-"Oh, I promise you'll feel it,"- I said, unbuckling my belt and throwing my pants away. I leant back down and pinned him, -"If it hurts, just tell me to stop and I'll stop, okay?"

He just nodded and carefully, I slowly began to thrust my dick in his rectum, making him moan louder. I moaned too, feeing a gleeful warmth run up my whole body. I jerked my hips back and forth on a slow pace but watching Marco's gracious body sweating and vibrating made me wanna speed up a bit. When I looked at his face, though, I couldn't contain myself; his face was redder than before and his mouth was gaped, dripping saliva and drenching his shirt. It was clearly displaying satisfaction but I wanted him to feel better, I wanted to make him feel even more pleasure so I sped up and he started wheezing and moaning louder and louder, -"Jean…!"- He bleated, rattling and spurring me whole, -"… faster, please…!"- And I loved to hear him begging for more.

I ramped down and nibbled his earlobe, a soft spot of his, -"Faster?"- I whispered in his ear, our bodies wagging back and forth because of my pace.

He nodded, gazing at me lovingly.

And so I did and since he was about to ejaculate later when I was sucking him, coming didn't took long for him. He splattered my chest with his cum as he exhaled in pleasure. I felt my orgasm coming in but…, -"Marco, I…"

Marco noticed, as always, and the arms that hooked around my neck traveled all the way through my back to my butt. Quickly, Marco drove in his fingers and started jerking them. I moaned and fell on his body and he started kissing the core of my neck while trusting another finger in me. I jolted as I felt that sweet orgasm coming in fast. Marco jerked his fingers harder and I bleated when I finally ejaculated in his rectum. We both panted, our foreheads jointed and sweating like pigs. We stargazed together after that.

-"Jean, I love you."- Marco said, burying his face in my chest as we cuddled under the moon.

-"I love you too, Marco…"

I miss you…

~ o ~

-"Marco, huh..,"- Nick spoke out of the blue. We were on the prison's backyard, under the usual three, and it was recess for me but again, I dragged him here so he could relax for a minute or so, -"He's… a bit different from how I remember him."

-"That's because Marco was young when Victor, uh… died."- I explained but he already knows that.

-"I know,"- Nick gazed up at the clear sky and smiled, -"He's all grown up…"

I smiled at his figure, glad he was at ease with the memory and also having met Marco weeks ago.

-"I can see you really love him."- He commented, eyes still on the sky. I hope he's not saying that because he spotted me jerking off this morning after dreaming about Marco. Who am I kidding? Of course not! It was because of the visit when Marco and I kissed! Yeah, that must be it. Both, maybe?

I nodded briskly, -"Yeah, he's… very special to me."

-"I realized. Everything you've done was for his sake."

I admit, I'm a bit surprised he knew that, -"Yeah…,"- Every single time…, -"Have you spoken to them these days?"- I was curious. I was really curious but then again, it's their business. I can't just meddle in.

-"Barely, a few times. Just to Celine, though. Marco's still… undecided about me. I don't blame him. I know it's hard for him."- He admitted and I knew he'd understand.

-"Yeah, well… he never saw eye to eye with Victor and-"

-"Jean,"- He interrupted me, giving me a knowing and serious look, -"I know. I remember."

I gulped. Oh boy. On times like this, when he looks at me like that, I'm reminded that he's really Victor and it still scares the hell out of me. Something like this happening and being real? Who would've thought? I didn't! I never believed in it! -"Yeah, sorry, I… I forgot."

-"I want to fix it and I know he does too but it will take time. I know he regrets it but the damage is still there,"- Nick sighed and clutched his chest, -"It's… difficult. Nicholas, he… never had a son or a daughter. I… I don't know how to…"- He's still confused over who he really is.

I elbowed him, -"Yeah you know. That space and time you're giving him? You definitely know how to deal with that kind of stuff."

-"She… she invited to their home next week,"- Nick confessed and gazed at me with a pleading expression, something I've never seen of him, -"I'd… like for you to be there, since you're being released tomorrow."

I nodded quickly, without even thinking about it, -"Yeah, 'course!"- It's his first time and looking at him now, I knew he was nervous, despite being all brave and strong out there fighting crime.

He exhaled, relieved of my answer, -"Thank you. I know that with you around, it'll be alright…"

It really warmed me he felt like that with me. We prattled a bit more until he decided to return to his damn post. I then spent the hour playing sports with the others until the bell rang and I returned to my cell. I paced around, really desperate for tomorrow. Tomorrow's the big day; I'll finally finish my sentence and return home. I couldn't wait. I really couldn't wait. I want to be in Marco's arm again. I want to hug him real tight and never let go. I want to kiss and touch him all over again, I want to fu-!

Whoa, calm down, Jean! I said to myself, sitting on the bed and breathing deeply. I'm horny, okay? Yeah, I miss him entirely; his persona, his smile and all that stuff, but it's been five fucking months since I haven't fucked with Marco. Yeah, I'm real horny and that's normal. I bet Marco's horny too. I bet he's also having wet dreams about me. I bet he's been jacking off in my name.

Just relax, Jean. It's just a few hours until your freedom.

~ o ~

I was infuriated when no one came to release me the next day. It was around 11:30 and no one has come to get me out! Not even Nick!

-"Hey, you!"- I shouted to one of the guards. The man just gazed at me, -"Yeah, you! Why the fuck am I still here? My sentence ends today!"

He shrugged, -"I don't know when prisoner's sentences ends, kid. That information is classified to me. Sorry. Ask someone else."

-"But I'm telling you, damn it!"- Nothing. I snarled and began to jolt the bars, -"Then get me someone who knows or-"

The sound of a door opening and closing picked my ear, -"Captain, sir!"

I gasped and brought my arms out of the bars, waving them vigorously, -"Nick! Hey, Nicky!"- I haven't seen him all day and I was relieved he came right up to my cell, -"Nick, what's happening? Why hasn't anyone gotten me out of here?"- I grip the bars with both hands tightly. I'm anxious. I'm nervous. Something's not right.

And the look Nick gave me? Hoo boy, it wasn't helping, -"Jean, I'm sorry…,"- Why is he apologizing? What the hell is going on!? -"The man that got you in here in the first place, Francis, he's doing everything in his power to extend your sentence… for a lifetime."

My heart skipped a beat. My chest ached.

Francis! I knew it had to be him!

And rage was starting to boil within me.

-"That fucking bastard…!"- I cursed, gritting my teeth and smashing my head against the bars.

-"Jean, listen to me,"- I gazed up at him and I saw he was anxious too and also enraged. He breathed deeply, cooling himself up and trying to stay serious, -"I'm not going to let him, you hear me? Me, Celine and your father are going to get you out no matter what, I swear. Even if it's the last thing I'll do, I'll get you out and I'll bust you out even if there's no other way, even if it costs me my life."

I shook my head and gulped, -"Hey, don't start talking crazy here, Nicky. You're scaring… me…"- No, I won't allow him to pull a stunt like that for me.

But he was serious, dead serious, -"I swear, Jean."

He began to walk away. Shit, shit, shit, this isn't good! Nick kind of lost his cool there and I didn't like it at all! -"No, Nick, wait!"- But he left and I was alone in my cell.

One week passed after that and nothing happened. Nothing. No one came. I'm still in this cell, gripping my hair harshly and crying nonstop, scratching my growing and ugly beard. This is tiring. Swimming against the current is tiring. I'm tired. I'm tired of waking when there are boulders holding me back. I'm tired of pushing these damn boulder across the cliff. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of waiting. I'm tired of… of…

Don't say it.

Of…

Don't you fucking dare.

-"Jean…"

I looked up and slowly gazed at the cell door, -"Nick…,"- There he was, leaning against the bars, checking up on me and giving me "updates". An immense pain settled on my throat. I'm about to cry again and I couldn't hold it back. I try to, in front of him, because I wanted to stay strong and positive like him, I wanted to believe in myself like he did but…, -"I give up…,"- I whined and burst into tears, -"I'm so fucking done… I can't do it anymore…"

Nick allowed a tear or two escape from his eye as he extended an arm to me, -"Jean, come here,"- I swallowed as I weakly stood up and trudged towards him. I haven't eaten anything. I stopped doing exercises. I'm weak and I've always been weak, -"Give me your hand,"- I reached for it and when I touched it, he crawled his hand through the back of my head and tangled his fingers with my hair. Through a gap between the bars, he pushed my forehead against his, -"I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"

He didn't have to apologize to me. He had no reason to. He's been taking care of me all this time -or trying to. I wasn't exactly making it easy for him, -"It's… it's not your fault. I just… I just feel like I should just quit, like it's the only other option left. I feel like I don't have the strength to move on. I don't even care about what happens anymore…"- I whined, sobbing while holding myself with both hands on the bars with my head hung.

-"I know exactly how you feel, Jean…,"- He squeezed his grip on my hair, -"Like everything and everyone is against you. Like the world itself is against you, throwing every boulder at you to hold you back from moving forward."

Yeah, exactly, I does know how I feel. He understands me.

-"You may have given up on yourself, Jean, but… I haven't. I won't,"- He pressed me harder against him, -"Marco, Celine and your father haven't either."

I sobbed and bit my lips harshly, Marco…

His name brought me hope during these last few days but today… it just brought me more sorrow. He… seemed so far away now, so difficult to reach. It was all pointless. I know that no matter what I do, no matter how positive I stay, nothing will get me out of this damn, fucking prison. Nothing! It has happened to me every damn time and it never works! Why should I bother now!?

I pushed myself away from the bars, -"They should, you should all do,"- With tears in my eyes, I faced Nick and started yelling, distraught and possibly lunatic, -"Just look at me, Nick! Look at the bigger picture! I'm done for! I'm not getting out of here anytime soon! I'll just die and rot in here like that asshole wants to!"

Nick looked like I just speared his heart. He clutched his chest tightly and looked at me painfully, -"Jean, don't say that…"

His hurtful expression stunned me really hard. It looked just like Marco when I say or do something that hurts him -even his voice was like Marco's. It was making my chest ache really bad. I turned around abruptly, giving him back and walking farther away from the cell bars. I didn't do anything despite being called once. I just stayed put where I was and didn't looked back, not even once. I closed my eyes and bit my mouth shut. Then, I heard footsteps and when they faded, I peered over my shoulder by instinct and started crying when I saw Nick was gone. My legs gave up on me and I fell to the cold floor, with both of my arms wrapped around my torso. I kept crying, making a puddle beneath my face.

I'm done… I'm so done…

I'll never see Marco again…

~ o ~

-"Jean,"- I heard my names a fuck load of times but I was too weak to even sit up from… wherever I was on. Then I heard the cell door creak open, followed by footsteps, -"Jean, wake up."

I was jolted awake and when I opened my eyes, I saw Nick before me, -"Nick…"- I sat up, still drowsy but I managed to notice I was on a soft surface; I was on the bed. I remember last night how I cried so much that I flagged out and dozed off on the floor. Questions spun around in my head but the answer was right before me.

-"Yes, I reposed you here last night, since you were sleeping on the floor,"- He exclaimed, noting my confused look, -"You looked uncomfortable."

I just stared at him. I didn't know what to say. I should say thank you but when I parted my shaky lips, nothing but a small snivel came out. God, what a fucking crybaby. I fucking hate myself. Here he was taking care of me like always and I can't even say thank you? I can't stand myself for it.

He caressed my hair and gaped his mouth, -"Jean, it's alright. Don't punish yourself,"- And as always, he knew… just like Marco, -"Can you stand? There's… someone who wants to meet you."

I titled my head and quirked an eyebrow, -"Who… is it?"- I asked. That's a new one. No one but Nick has visited me. Who the hell wants to see someone like me; someone weak, weepy and depressive? I don't care about anything anymore. I don't care about myself anymore. What am I worth?

-"I… wish I could tell you but… I want you to see for yourself,"- Nick sighed, still caressing my hair gently, -"Don't worry, I'll be by your side. Do you want to get breakfast first, though?"

I shook my head, like every time he asked me. I just don't feel like it anymore.

-"Jean,"- Nick sighed deeply again, -"You need to eat. I'll shove you the food in your mouth if I have to."

That… that managed to bring up a very small and temporary smile to my face. Nick still cares about me, huh? Stubborn man, -"Fine, let's just… meet that person and be done with it."- It's probably nothing important.

Nick nodded and helped me up. I then followed him, head hung and hands on the suit's pockets -which were completely useless. I kept following him to I-don't-know-where but it was taking longer than expected and that made my head perk up, -"We're here,"- Nick said and breathed deeply. I looked around. This part of the prison was new to me. There was just one room and it was wide. I started to peer in from the dark, laminated door until Nick spoke again, -"Jean, you need to listen to the man attentively and think about what he's saying profoundly. Also, ask as many questions as you can."

Okay, I'm starting to get nervous, -"Okay…"- I nodded.

With another deep breath, Nick opened the door and allowed me to enter first. The second I stepped foot in, a cool breeze brushed my face and I exhaled. Air conditioner. God, I missed that. I then looked around and I realized I was in some kind of a meeting room, with a large, round table with lots of chairs around it. There was a man, sitting on the farthest chair of the table, with one leg over the other and hands properly tied together on the table. His face meant business; serious and ragged, like he's seen and done a lot of things. His hair was black and short, shaved on each side and nicely combed on top. His uniform reminded me of Nile, the man that came to school to fucking shoot students with a taser gun. His was a bit different, though: it didn't have the Military Police insignia, the one with the green horse. Still, the uniform was kind of similar. It had that shade of grassy green those military police wore but it's clear he was on some higher rank. It was a plain light green coat and it had several pockets and badges. I read the thin placard "Richard Brooks, Commander of the Military Force."

I was about to sit down, since Nick gestured me to, but my body began to step back protectively, -"You're not with the Military Police so… who are you and what do you want with me?"- He was not the visit I was expecting.

-"Please, sit down,"- He gestured the chair in front of me and I impulsive gazed up at Nick. Nick nodded slowly and I sat down with caution, -"That's a very good observation, Kirshtein. You're correct, I'm not with the Military Police. Instead, I'm with the Military Force, the Army."- The way he emphasized those last words showed how proud he is of said army.

I squinted my eyes at him, -"So, what's the difference?"

-"The Military Police serve and protect only the King,"- He answer, with confidence and certainty, -"We serve and protect the people from Sina, Rose and Maria City alike. We're their protectors, their guardians."- You're so full of it, pal.

Nick behind me made a low, grunting sound of disapproval. Huh, I guess I'm not the only one tense in here. I peered over my shoulder at him and saw him shaking his head slowly, his lips curled in disapproval.

Brooks heard him, -"Ah, Captain Cross, I forgot about your presence. Did you wanted to make a comment?"

-"I'll… refrain from making any but I do hope you don't mind me staying here."- Nick spoke with a deferential tone but I knew he was still tizzy. I knew he was staying no matter what Brooks says and I appreciated that.

-"No, not at all. You're, after all, protecting him."- Brooks gestured at me and then gazed back at Nick.

Nick nodded, -"Good."

-"Now, do you have any other question before I begin with the prime matter?"- The man asked me.

-"Yeah, uh… so what exactly do you do?"- I asked, still kind of confused. Nick did told me to ask as many questions as I can. I still had no idea what's his deal with me, though.

-"We defeat any and all threats to the cities; invasion, terrorist attacks, etc. We watch and observe the Walls and finally, we act immediately against the possibility of a war,"- Again, he answered with certainty but… I dunno. He was hiding something. This army was big and they must do more than that but he's not gonna tell me anything else, -"Anything else?"

I just shook my head.

-"Alright, now to the prime matter,"- He cleared his throat and lent closer to the table, -"Kirshtein, we've seen what you can do. We've been keeping a close eye on you and we see potential in you. We didn't contact you due to your criminal record and sentence. Your friend here, however, traveled all the way to Sina to explain the truth of the situation and arrange this meeting,"- My eyes widened as I peered over my shoulder at Nick. My eyes began to water and Nick just smiled and nodded towards the guy, gesturing me to keep listening to him, -"You're strong and capable of defending yourself and others around you. You demonstrate a keen perception, endurance, stamina and reflexes. What you need to sharpen those skills is professional training and we, the Military Army, have it."

-"So… wh-what are you offering?"- Right now, I need to get out of here.

-"We're aware of your situation here. Someone with power is extending your sentence for a lifetime. We have the right to recruit anyone in which we see potential and we see it in you,"- He paused and watched my expression. Me…with these guys? I… I actually thought of joining them back in school, when I wasn't sure what to do with my life but right now, I… I don't really have a choice, do I? I only heard what everyone says; that joining them has a lot of benefits, -"You'll have a considerate amount of benefits, as you've undoubtedly heard. Now, let me explain, you have two options: join full time or part time. With part time, your salary is less but as you rank up, your pay increases. You can live wherever you choose to, attend college or work, earn educational benefits and a health care. With full time, your salary is obviously higher. You'll serve in the Army 24 hours a day, seven days a week. You'll be living within the base in Sina, the safest settlement in the city, with no cost for using its utilities. You'll receive a full health care, retirement pay and also…,"- He suddenly stopped and had an odd smile on his face, -"The person you decide to bring with you will be granted full coverage of his classes in Sina College, full health care as well and can live with you."

I gasped, immediately thinking about Marco, -"I-I'm in."- I always wanted Marco to study in Sina. I just… want him to study somewhere worthwhile. With his skills and excellent grades, Marco can reach high places and studying in a mediocre college wouldn't do him any favors, especially when I'm positive he applies to study in Sina. I just know it. It's how it works. I love Marco with my fucking life and I'd give anything in exchange to watch him prosper, live healthy and comfortable. Marco said that he wanted to live with me too, that his dream was being with me forever.

I can't deny this offer. It has everything I wished for.

The man grinned. He knew that's my weakest spot, he knew it'll be easy to manipulate me with just that. He wants me as a full time soldier and that's why he pulled that out. It doesn't matter. I didn't know what to study anyways. I didn't know what to do with my life after high school so, really, I had nothing to lose. Plus, the only thing I'm actually good at is fighting and getting into trouble so I think this'll suit me just fine, -"Excellent. I just need you to sign these,"- He pushed several, fancy papers towards me with a pen, -"We'll need to run several tests on you; physical, health and mental health tests are a priority but since you're on a rather tight situation, we'll take care of it."

I took the cold pen and quickly signed the papers in a flash -which was something more of a scribble since my hands were shaking. I'm both nervous and excited. I just couldn't believe this was happening.

-"As a full time soldier, Kirshtein, you need to take the full, more severe and advanced tests,"- He clarified, took the papers and retrained them in his folder, -"The tests begin early in summer, around July. As an active duty solder, we'll make calls whenever we need you and you need to be there. As a solider, you're expected to follow strict orders, understood?"

I nodded briskly. Yeah, I'll do whatever they ask me to do.

-"And you need to prepared and disposed to face war, whenever it comes. Are you willing to risk your life?"

I nodded again. Yeah.

-"Final question: are you sure about your decision?"

I nodded briskly again. Yeah, I've decided. I'm not turning this down.

-"Good,"- He stood up and walked close to me, -"You're with us now and there's no turning back, understood?"

I nodded.

-"Outstanding. I'm positive you'll be an essential and valuable asset on our ranks,"- His faith was kind of odd but I didn't question him. I didn't cared, -"Now, follow me."

-"Where to?"- I inquired.

-"To your new home,"- He smirked and it grew when he saw mines, -"I'll call in a bus to take you to your old home so you can pick up whatever you wish before parting -oh, and of course, your lover."- I recognize that disgusted last tone of voice but I ignored it.

-"But wait, why so soon? Won't I get a chance to say goodbye? To… explain them?"- God, this is all so sudden. My heart wanted to beat out of my chest.

-"Don't you want to get out of here as soon as possible?"

-"Yeah, but…"

-"You're not safe here, Kirshtein. If you stay, the chances of your sentence extending are prone."

-"He's right, Jean,"- Nick spoke, with a deep breath, as he parted from the wall, -"Under the Army's wing, Francis or any other plaintiff won't be able to even reach you,"- He walked towards me and with a soft, sad expression, he placed his hand on my hair, -"You'll be safe with them."

My eyes began to glisten as I looked up at him, -"Nick, you… you really did it…"

-"I told you I wasn't giving up on you, didn't I?"- He sighed, tightening his grip on my hair, -"Though, I wish it had been different but… there really wasn't any other option, I'm sorry…"

I shed a few tears as I lunged forward and hugged Nick as tightly as I could. This man… has done a lot for me. I own him damn my life.

-"I'll call Celine and tell her to meet up with the others at your house so you can… say goodbye."- He smiled weakly, his expression still sad. Celine and Dad aren't going to be the only ones missing me.

-"Thank you… for believing in me when I didn't. You went so far for me and took care of me when I didn't even cared about myself. You stood up for me and… did so much for me that I… I don't think I can ever thank you enough…"- I'll miss him a lot…

I heard Brooks clearing his throat, urging us to move out.

Nick smiled and shed a few tears too, -"You know I'll do it again if I have to, Jean,"- He tugged my arms a bit, -"We… better get going."

I nodded and followed Brooks outside. There, we sat on a large bench and waited for the truck that Brooks called to arrive. Nick sat beside me and I noticed how tense he still was around Brooks -and now he had several soldiers with him too. I grew curious, -"Hey, you uh… have something against these guys? I mean, what he said back there about serving the people… you disagreed, didn't you?"

Nick sighed, eyes on the soldiers. He was distrustful of them, -"If they really serve the people… why don't we see them on the streets helping them?"- He had a point. I've never seen these men around the streets, -"Who do you always see on the streets?"

-"I see you -I mean, the police, the Garrison."- They're everywhere and even though they give tickets and penalties, they're always on watch for theft, violation and murder. They're there when you need directions and they're always eager to help.

-"Exactly,"- He gazed at me and smiled, -"But my opinion doesn't matter. You'll… you'll learn a lot from them. Let's just… hope that a war doesn't burst anytime soon."- He said, really worried about me going with these guys. He brought them here in the first place because honestly, there wasn't any other choice, but he's… worried, really worried.

I gaped my mouth to reply but just then, two loud car honks rattled my ear and interrupted me. Two vehicles arrived; a smaller one, a Jeep, the one me and Nick are going in, and a truck with a large trunk for the stuff I wanna take. I mounted along Brooks and Nick and rode off. The ride home was… nostalgic. I was looking through the window all the time. It feels so long since I drove around here and it was really hitting my feelings. I started to remember the rides I made from home to work and vice versa. I started to remember my rides with Marco and how often we've gotten heavy within my car. It was all before I got imprisoned and I winced at the memories of the trial, of how nervous I was and my family's faces of distraught. I started to remember… my fight with Frank. That's when it all started and it still bugs me. My neck still stings. Unwantedly, I started to remember his gun aiming at Marco and then shredding his skin, wounding him and making him bleed. I gripped my hair and closed my eyes. It still hurts… I want to forget but it's so fucking difficult…

I felt a warm hand squeeze my shoulder, slowly reassuring me. I gazed at Nick and I exhaled, resting my head on the cold crystal and banishing those dreadful memories from my head. I wonder what would have been of me if he hadn't done all those things for me. I'd be dead, that's what.

The second we were near my house, a nervous tingling sensation settled within my stomach. Marco, Celine and Dad are there and I couldn't stop wondering about what they'll think of… well, this. I dismounted the car and with Brooks before me and Nick behind me, I walked in and that nostalgia hit me again. I started to remember Mom and those days I stayed taking care of her. I remembered the day she died in my arms with a smile on her face. My chin started to ache and I shed a single tear.

I heard someone gasp really profoundly, -"Oh my God, Jean?"- Marco shouted and lunged towards me with arms open and with tears in his eyes, like last time. As his body collided with mines, my body warmed up. I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed him against me tightly. I buried my face in his shoulder and started crying too. I thought I wouldn't see him again but… here he is, in my arms, -"But… how are you here? That man was trying to keep you in there for… for…,"- He parted from me a bit and his eyes were kind of reddish. He's been crying a lot. He also had bags under them, -"And who's…?"- He started to step back defensively when he noticed Brooks in here, tugging my suit. I did the same when I saw the man for the first time. Marco observed Brooks and I bet he's thinking the same I thought when I first saw the man.

-"Marco, there's… there's something I need to tell you -all of you, actually."- I said and all of them kind of shrank back. I made them nervous. Dad was panicking by the present party, soldier with military uniforms and weapons.

-"Nick?"- Celine was completely on edge and apprehensive. The visit was unexpected and sudden after all, -"What's going on? Who's this man?"

Nick walked close to her and I noted how he tried to comfort her, -"Celine, I promise it's going to be alright-"

-"They're taking him from us, aren't they?"- Celine definitely knew what's going on, but she had the wrong impression.

-"You're mistaken, miss. Kirshtein himself made the decision. We just placed the offer."- Brooks clarified and I nodded slowly when they looked at me for avowal.

-"Jean…?"- Marco whispered, tugging my suit again, -"Is that true?"

I nodded and took his chin in my hands, -"Yeah and I… want you to come with me. We'll live together in Sina, just like you wanted, and you'll be able to study there too, with full coverage of your classes. This is a good opportunity for both of us, don't you think?"

Marco's eyes were glistening again as he gazed up at me, -"But… what about you?"

-"I'll be working in the Army full time but I'm getting paid and…"

-"Would you like for me to give you all a brief overview?"- Brooks asked, noticing I really wasn't being thorough.

All three of them nodded, -"Yes, I'd appreciate that."- Celine said, suspicious of the man still.

Brooks explained and Celine's hard expression softened. She knew there was no other way and she understood that there're risks but… it's really a unique opportunity not only for me, but for Marco as well. We'll be living under safe conditions within the Army's base in Sina with a full heath care and salary. If I take Marco, he'll have the opportunity to study in Sina College, a better college than Rose's and Maria's, and the Army will give him full coverage of his classes. Celine won't have to pay a thing. It's an offer I couldn't turn down, both because… I just simply couldn't (because I had no option. If I refused, I would be in prison right now) and because I didn't want to. If I'd gotten the offer way before getting imprisoned, I'd accept it too.

Dad wasn't too cool with it as she was but he understood me. Like him, I choose to work hard for the sake of not myself but for the sake of an important person as well. In my case, Marco. Dad worked 24/7 to keep his family, me and Mom, under a solid roof and well fed. He kept quiet but I knew he understood the situation and for that, he was proud of me.

Marco was very happy. He always wished to live alone with me and enroll in Sina college to study what he really wants. I knew Marco never minded studying in Maria or Rose (he wasn't the snob type of person) but… well, Sina was a dream come true and if he can study there, for free, and live with me,hell… why not? He can't deny it. Period. He was worried, however, all three of them were. Joining the Army has one huge risk; I'd have to defend the cities from terrorists and be in the heart of a war. I don't have a choice. I have to be there and it's obviously dangerous. My life is in the line.

I won't get see them often. Brooks said I can travel from Sina to Rose or Maria whenever I pleased but… I'll be overloaded with work. Active duty soldiers barely have time for themselves, but… it'll be okay. I'll have breaks now and then and I'll definitely visit them whenever I can.

-"Marco… do you want… to go with him?"- Celine asked with teary eyes but she knew the answer.

Marco nodded, -"Yes, mom. I… I want to. I want to be with him… forever."

-"Jean,"- She turned to me next, -"Are you sure this is what you want? We'll continue searching for another alternative if you don't want to."

-"Yeah, this is it, Celine,"- I replied, nodding with certainty, -"This is our future. I'm sure of it."

Celine nodded slowly, noticing that I was serious about it, -"Okay, just… give me a hug and a kiss before you leave."- She sobbed.

I gazed at Marco and nodded towards her and he quickly launched at her and hugged her firmly. I went straight towards Dad and his hug was firm, unlike any other hug we've shared, -"Son… this is it. You're finally getting your solid job and live with the one you love."- He sobbed and shed tears.

-"Yeah, I… just like you."

Dad nodded, -"Listen, son, it's… not easy but I know you can do it. I believe in you."

-"Thanks, Dad."- Dad mostly works in Sina so I'm bound to see him there often.

I hugged Celine next, -"Take care of him, okay?"- She said.

-"I'll protect him with my life. You know that."- I've always had and I always will.

-"And please…,"- He tightened her grip around me, -"… be careful."

-"I will."

It was Nick's turn next and man, I'm really gonna miss this guy. I don't even know what to say now that I'm about to leave. I heard him chuckle, though, before he tussled my hair, -"Take care, alright?"

-"Yeah,"- I scratched my rear neck and gazed up at him, -"Um… I'm really gonna miss you, Nicky."

-"I'll miss you too… Jean."- He smiled and his eyes glistened.

We stayed quiet for a few minutes until Brooks spoke, eager to head out already, -"Well, if everything wrapped up, could we start packing up?"

I nodded and began to walk upstairs.

-"You can change the suit, Jean. I know you're eager. Just give it to me and I'll return it to the prison."- Nick said, pointing at my jumpsuit.

-"Got it."- Oh, I was eager to get out of this damn suit alright.

-"And Jean,"- Nick spoke again and I peered over my shoulder to him, -"Take your time. Take a bath if you want to."

I smirked, -"Are you saying I stink, Nicky?"

His smile grew too, -"Yes."

I laughed and nodded.

Upstairs, I took off the jumpsuit and quickly coughed and pinched my nose's nostril shut. It fucking stinks like shit. How did everyone downstairs stand it? I took a quick bath, shaved my beard and clothed up with a simple white T-shirt that had the print of a woman in a bikini (Marco's totally gonna dislike it but I'm too low on time to change), jeans and snickers. I wiggled my legs often, feeling a bit weird. It felt… good and weird at the same time. It's been so long since I've wore casual clothes. I got used to the fabric of the suit and how it glued to you due to your sweat. Ugh.

I got out of the bathroom with a towel around my neck. That felt weird and good too. I finally got a decent bath with a proper shampoo and soap. I'm not one to whine about that kind of stuff but the prison's hygienic utilities sucked too much. I hope the new warden realizes it.

I started to pack my clothes first; pulling them out of my closet and tossing them on the big boxes the Army boys gave me. I then heard a light knock on my door and sweet voice spoke, -"Um, Jean…?"

I quickly straightened myself and faced the door. I cleared my throat before opening the door, -"Hey, babe,"- I greeted him. I knew Marco wanted to talk to me about a lot of stuff but… it'll have to wait, -"What's the matter?"

-"I just wanted to…,"- Marco laid eyes on the suggestive t-shirt I had on and his chirpy face dropped, -"… help."

My cheeks warmed up as I gazed down to my shirt and back up at him. Then, I smirked. I liked teasing Marco and I still do, -"Sexy, right?"

I snickered at his expression; it was pure serious. His lips curled downward as he sulked and turned to leave.

-"Hey, wait, Marco,"- I laughed and grabbed his arm, pulling him back towards me and facing me. Before he could say anything, I kissed his soft and warm lips to interrupt him. Marco's cheeks blushed as he pressed his body against mines, deepening the kiss a bit. I parted, reluctantly, my cheeks warm too, -"I'd, uh… appreciate the help."

His curled lips levered up bit by bit. He couldn't resist me.

-"I'd change the shirt but um… I like the face your making and we don't have much time either so…"- I smiled broadly at that jealous cute face he makes.

-"Okay, I'll just try not to look at it."- Marco rolled his eyes as he stepped in. When he did, my eyes followed his butt and man, those jeans are really making them stand out. I licked my lips and drooled a bit.

-"Damn…"- I said thoughtlessly, cleaning my drool with my thumb, eyes still on his perfectly rounded butt.

-"Hm? You said something, Jean?"- Marco turned around abruptly.

-"Yeah,"- I gulped, feeling a sticky goo between my pants, as I sauntered towards him, -"… that you… have a really, really sexy butt."- Once very close to him, I ran my lewd hand down his back to his butt and squeezed, hovering my mouth near his. His warm breath prickled my skin and made me wanna kiss him all.

He yelped and bit his lips. He closed one eye, his cheeks blushing again.

I began to near my mouth to his and he parted his lips to allow entrance to his mouth but then I remembered that there's people down there, waiting for us… that there's a house out there in Sina waiting for us too. I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to push him to bed and make out with him, I wanted to touch him all over because it's been months but… I don't think this is the right place.

-"Jean…?"- Marco whispered, a bit worried.

I gulped and damped my lips, -"Uh… let's just pack up."

He nodded, left with the desire of a kiss, -"Okay…"

We packed up as quick as we could; clothes, movies, consoles, shoes, bed sheets, etc. While rummaging under my bed, almost done, I pulled out a folder with drawings that Marco did for me, like Batman and Superman. I smiled fondly at the memory of that time and quickly retrained the folder into one of boxes. Once finished, the soldiers helped us carry the boxes all the way to the truck. During the travels, I kept gazing at Marco and that urge to just push him to bed or a corner to kiss him madly became harder to hold back. He also gazed at me often, ogling my exposed biceps and triceps.

Once finished, I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my arm and exhaled. All done. Marco and I then mounted the Jeep and waved our families goodbye before we drove off to Marco's house next to pack up his stuff. When we got there and packed everything up, Marco was already tired, -"Take a break. I'll mount the boxes with the soldiers."- I caressed his hair as he sat on the back.

Marco nodded and waited for me. He packed a lot of stuff, more than I did, and I admit my arms and legs got tired when me and the guys finished. They asked me if that was all and I nodded to them before mounting the jeep beside Marco. Finally, we set route to Sina and I relaxed on the seat, taking a deep breath and looking out through the window. The sun's dropping soon. I hope Marco likes the place. At the thought of him, I gazed at him and noticed he was droopily looking through the window too. I smiled and pulled him close to me and he quickly rested his head on my shoulder, -"Are you excited?"- I asked. I knew he was. He had a smile on his face all this time.

He nodded and smiled broadly, -"I am, Jean. I'm going to live with you and study in one of the greatest colleges."

-"Yeah, I… really can't wait to get there,"- I said and looked outside, -"I've never been in Sina."

-"Me neither. Your dad says it's beautiful,"- Marco looked up at me, -"And I heard it has the most luxurious hotels and motels, greatest water and theme parks ever. Oh! The castles! I've seen pictures and they're really beautiful…"

I chuckled at his gaiety, -"Yeah,"- I gazed back at Marco and covered his face with my palm, -"Sleep if you need to, okay? It's going to be a long ride."- I think we're gonna arrive around nightfall.

Marco chortled and snuggled underneath my arm. He had one of his bed's sheets with him shrouded around him and he pulled it up towards me, covering my shoulder. He's always so compassionate, huh, I bend my head a bit and kissed his head. I inhaled the sweet vanilla scent of his hair while I was at it and couldn't help to lick the roof of my mouth at the good smell, feeling it even in my mouth. Then, I felt his hand scurrying under my shirt, tickling my skin. I bit my lips at the gleeful sensation, -"Marco…"- I knew he also had that urge to do something with me. I secretly wanted him to continue but he knew this wasn't the right time either.

The ride was taking a lot of time. I took out my cellphone from my pocket to check the hour and was surprised when it was 8:30. I don't think I'll unpack anything tonight. I'm kind of drowsy already but that's because I'm used to the prison's schedule. I dozed off often but I snapped awake when I saw Sina's gate just in front of us -all the gates are different from the other and Sina's stronger, taller. I poked Marco's head, who was napping on my shoulder peacefully, -"Hey, Marco, we're in Sina!"

He opened his eyes slowly, -"We… are?"- And when he saw the gate, he straightened up and gasped, quickly leaning against the window.

The driver was chuckling, driving slowly so we could wallow over Sina's beauty. Damn, it was so bright and golden-ish! The first thing we saw was the tall statue of a woman, the one on Sina's insignia, layered in gold. People were taking pictures there and when I gazed at Marco, I saw him taking pictures too. As we drove through the nicely tarried road (which didn't even have a single hole or protuberance, unlike Maria and Rose), I saw a ton of top quality shops like… everywhere. There were huge malls everywhere we went and there was always something layered in gold, always. Sina had gardens (but not as much as Maria) and they were well kept and lively. I knew then that is Sina mostly about the best hotels, casinos, bars, discos, parks, malls, etc. It's for people with money, period, and believe it or not, it was abuzz with people even at this hour. Sina people were all fancy and pretty, all wearing something gold and nothing casual. Nothing. This confirms it, Diego's definitely from here but how did he ended up in Trost? I don't know but I bet it has to do with money. I mean, that's what this place is all about. Sina's where the money goes. Even though it doesn't have Maria's beaches, Sina has ponds and large fountains with crystal clear water. Also, it has the tallest buildings I've ever since and no building was abandoned or marked by graffiti. This is also where the most successful companies are.

My eyes were glowing. Dad was right, Sina is beautiful.

The driver took lots of turns until he arrived at what I guess is the military base. It had tall, solid walls with sharp needles twirling on top, like the ones in Trost's prison, surrounding a wide area. It had a gate that was just out of this word. It was huge and probably unbreakable. The place was highly defended. In front of the gate was a small shack with several soldiers keeping watch and record of who enter and leaves -oh, did I mention there were cameras like… everywhere? Yeah. Before we entered, the driver stopped beside the shack and spoke to the soldier there, -"Yeah, I got a new recruit with a company."

-"Names?"

-"Jean Kirshtein and his company Marco Bodt."

-"Oh damn, the man of the hour arrived,"- The man stepped out of the shack and sauntered close to the jeep to observe me. He wasn't so tall but he had built. He was black and had that tone of voice that I find so funny. He had short, black hair and brown eyes. He knocked on the window and reluctantly, I lowered the crystal, -"We've been waiting for you, my man."- He extended his hand to me but I just stared at him, -"Oh, my bad, introduction first, am I 'rite? I'm Bruno Bubbles and I keep record of who enter and leaves the base, I keep watch and my niggas entertained. Now, what about you, son?"

I was laughing both at his surname and his words, -"Bubbles?"

-"Yeah, yeah, laugh your ass off, kid, but I'll let you it's a smooth surname, don'tchathink?"

I laughed again, threw my head back and placed my arm on my belly.

-"Hey, hey, don't go hysterical on me, boy. You just got here,"- He then pointed at my t-shirt and wiggled his eyebrows up and down, -"By the way, I love your shirt."

My smile grew as I extended my hand to him, -"And I like you already, man."- He's cool. He made me laugh so he's cool with me. I've been grumpy lately. I need a guy like him around for the tests I'll soon take.

-"I know, right?"- He laughed and shook my hand.

-"I don't have to say anything about me, Bubbles. You already know about me."

He nodded, -"Yup. We know all there is to know about you, Jeanbo,"- Woah, I haven't heard that one in a long time, -"And that's your boyfriend there. The one you go all bazooka for."- He said, pointing at Marco.

I chortled and gazed at Marco. He was shrinking away shyly, looking to anywhere he could distract himself with. He always does that when he's among strangers. I smiled and blushed a bit, -"Yeah."

-"Shy, huh?"- Bruno noticed and waved at Marco, -"Hey, freckles. You'll be safe here. I'm not gonna let any asshole from out there in here, ya' hear?"

I smiled when I saw Marco finally gaze at Bruno and nodding, -"Thanks…"

-"You're welcome. Plus,"- He patted my arm, -"With this bad boy around, ain't nobody gonna even lay a hand on you!"

Marco chuckled and rubbed his shoulder shyly.

Bruno patted the car several times and rallied his men, -"Alright everyone! Get this gate open for Jeanbo, the man of the hour!"- He shouted, clapping and everything.

As the gate opened, I gazed at Marco and reached for his hand, -"Cheerful, isn't he?"- I tangled my fingers with his once I reached his hand and squeezed my grip, -"We're here, our new home."- I looked at him lovingly, with a soft smile on my lips. We're finally here…

He nodded and blushed a bit, rubbing his finger against his freckled cheek cutely, -"Yeah, I can't wait to see our house."

When he entered the base, I saw a ton of houses and building of shops, pharmacies, supermarkets and restaurants. There were parks too, schools, hospital, veterinary, etc. Also, there were soldier's everywhere and they were all well-armed, ready to protect everyone from danger. We're safe here, we're really safe here…

The driver reached the residential area, which had a lot of houses lined up together, and began to drive slowly to our house. The houses were big and beautiful, just like the rest of Sina. Some were taller than others but it depends of the size of the family you're bringing in. I just had Marco so I bet mines' not so sophisticated and that's fine by me. I just want a place to live in with Marco. When we reached my house, though, I took that back. It was big and it had two floors. The lower floor, beside the front door, had like a marquee with one of those large, white doors to park at least two or three cars. We dismounted the jeep and I immediately trotted towards the door behind Marco, -"Hey, wait up!"- I shouted, watching Marco trotting excitedly. Wasn't he sleeping a few minutes ago?

Marco entered and I heard him gasp. When I entered next, I gasped too as my eyes wallowed over the house. The interior was wide and the first thing we met with was the kitchen; it was spacious and nicely decorated. In front of it was the dining room with a square wooden table with four chairs. To the left was the living room and the first thing my eyes caught was the gas fireplace and over it was a plasma TV hanging on the wall; in front of that was a comfy couch along with a chair, a coffee table and a white, fluffy carpet beneath. This floor also had a white tiled bathroom with its toilet, sink and the shower, -"Jean, come on up!"- Marco called me, already upstairs.

-"Coming!"- I laughed and at the end of the lower floor was the railed stairs, which each step had like a fluffy carpet, making my feet tickle as I walked up. On the top floor was a hallway with three doors and a balcony. I opened the sliding door to the balcony and inhaled the fresh air and wallowed the scenery. It overlooked the whole place and it had a round table with two chairs. I can't wait to sit here and eat with Marco. I stepped in the house again and the first room we entered was the master bedroom with a comfy looking and wide double bed, a dresser with a lamp on it and a mirror on the wall above it, a nigh table beside the bed with a clock on it and a large chair with an ottoman in front it. The room also had a big carpet covering almost half of the room -oh and it has air conditioner! Really, with all this, my head was filling with ideas of the stuff I'd do with Marco here.

We entered the next room and it wasn't so big as the bedroom. It was like a study room with lots of shelves and bookshelves and a pretty big desk with a lamp on it. It also had a single bed of the same type of the one in the bedroom. Marco was going crazy here and I knew that he'd fill those shelves soon enough with all his books he brought.

Next stop was the last room and I was surprised to see it was another bathroom, wider one than the one on the lower floor. It had a shower, a toilet and a sink. I gasped when I saw a fucking pearl-white Jacuzzi on the corner, -"Holy shit, Marco! Look at this! We got a Jacuzzi!"- I shouted, hopping in place excitedly. Oh man, oh man, oh man…! The things I can do with Marco in there are endless!

Marco popped in and gasped too.

Overjoyed, I turned to him, wrapped my arms around him and lifted him up, going in circles while we both laughed. I then dropped him and kissed him and I began to dip in my mouth when, -"We're dismounting the boxes now!"

I parted from Marco, leaving a cord of drool drip, -"We… better help them."- My boyfriend said, a bit breathless, his cheeks blushing.

We went downstairs and helped the soldiers dismount the boxes, -"Your father and the police captain are bringing your car tomorrow."- One of the soldiers spoke, mounting the jeep.

Welp, I totally forgot about that, -"Thanks."

I began to turn into the house again until the man spoke again, -"Hey, loosen up. You're gonna love it in here. It's a good life."

I smiled and waved them goodbye. I got in and sighed at the mountain of boxes in my living room, -"Do you want to unpack some of it now?"

I sighed and nodded, -"Yeah, at least the most important stuff."- Like the food in the cooler.

We ended up unpacking more than that and there's at least ten more boxes to go. I was tired and drowsy; it was 10:00 pm already and I couldn't even hold myself straight. I was opening a new box when I felt warm hands slid down my torso from my shoulders, -"Jean."- Marco whispered in my ear.

-"Hmm?"- I muttered, digging out my consoles from the box. The cables were all entangled, though. What was I thinking when I packed this up?

-"You should take a break, you're sleepy."- He suggested, caressing my torso lovingly.

I shook my head, -"Just…,"- I yawned, covering my mouth with my palm, -"… a few more minutes."- I just didn't wanted to do any of this tomorrow. I was thinking of… doing something else with Marco tomorrow. I dunno.

-"Jean,"- Marco whispered again and his warm breath felt good in my ear, -"Tomorrow's another day."

-"Yeah, but…,"- And I was planning on keeping it a secret too, -"I was planning to do something else with you tomorrow, not unpacking these."

He chuckled and nuzzled my neck, -"Then we'll just have to start early. I don't think it'll take us long,"- He started rubbing my abdomen, -"Besides, we can just have a chill day in our new home too."

I smiled, looking down at the mess of cables drowsily. Yeah, that sounds good too.

-"We could have a nice bath in the Jacuzzi, a nice meal in the balcony or just relax and warm up by the fireplace…,"- He whispered and man, that really sounds good -I personally liked how the one with the Jacuzzi sounded, -"Come, let's go to sleep."- He said, tugging my shirt. He was sleepy too but he hasn't gone to bed yet, waiting for me.

-"Alright, Marco. You win."- I chuckled and stood up, stretched and sauntered upstairs, pulled by Marco. I somehow couldn't believe that I have my own house and that I'm living with Marco. It's like a dream come true for me…

We got in our room and at night, it had that… romantic feel to it. The light was dim yet bright and the cool breeze of the night really sets the mood. I was about to take off my shirt when Marco suddenly hugged me front behind, really tightly, -"Jean…,"- He sobbed, burying his head in my back, -"I… I missed you so much…!"

-"Marco…"- I muttered, lowering my gaze, spotting and feeling his arms shaking.

-"I was so worried and afraid we wouldn't be able to get you out of that awful place…,"- He sobbed again, -"I prayed and prayed that you returned to us but that man… he just tried to keep you away from us… and I was so scared…"

I placed my hand on top of his and turned around, taking his chin in my hand, -"Marco, look at me,"- He was in tears again, his eyes red from crying too much these days, -"I'm here now and I'm okay. We have our house and I have a job that'll keep us safe and alive."- And wealthy. I knew Marco doesn't care about money. He never cared much about it. Neither did I, honestly. I just want enough money to keep us both healthy and fed up. Money gets you to places, though. Everything around here has a cost, everything.

-"I'm really happy but I just hope…,"- He sighed and looked up at me seriously, -"… I hope you didn't decided to work full time just because of me. I want you to think about yourself too."

-"Well…,"- When Brooks told me working full time will allow whoever I bring with me a full coverage of Sina College, I did thought about Marco and I accepted the offer without even thinking about it so yeah, it was because of him, -"I did thought about you because I always wanted you to study in Sina but… just listen to me,"- I said quickly, gripping his shoulders. I knew this makes him huffy, -"I didn't know what to do with my life anyway, ok? I didn't know what to study or where to go with you. I had no idea what would be of me once I graduated so working with these guys is fine. In fact, it suits me perfectly. I know how to how to throw punches and kicks, I got the body and the reflexes so I'll be fine. Trust me."

Marco sighed, conceding my point, even though it made him a bit unhappy.

I caressed his cheek with my thumb, -"Trust me, okay? I'm cool with all this, I'm happy and I'm extra happy you're here with me,"- I began to near my mouth to his, -"We're finally, truly alone. It's just you and me…"

Marco blushed and nodded, -"Yeah..."- I knew he also wantedlong-lastingprivacy with me for a long time. Making out with Marco and messing around with him was difficult at his home. At least in mines we had more privacy but we had Celine and Dad checking up on us frequently. Now? We had our own house. We could do whatever we want without losing our privacy and man, I already love it.

My lips collided with his and we kissed lovingly, holding each other tightly; I still had my hand on his cheeks and with it, I tilted Marco's head a bit to allow my tongue a better entrance to his mouth. Our tongues quickly met and they grazed and rubbed each other, tickling us. Our messy breaths breezed and warmed our faces, -"Haa…"- Marco breathed a bit and a trail of drool slid down his chin.

I licked it up and continued kissing him, licking and nibbling his lips until I unconsciously traveled to his neck, my favorite spot of his body.

-"Jean…,"- Marco slurred breathlessly as I licked, nuzzled and inhaled the skin of his neck, -"It's… been a while since we've… gotten together like this… and yet you still have your touch."

I smirked, closing my eyes and enjoying his sweet vanilla scent, -"Well, I… dreamt a lot about you, Marco. A lot."

He chuckled, making his throat vibrate gently against the tip of my nose, -"You did? I… I dreamed a lot about you too."

-"Is that so, hm?"- I ran my nose lower to his shoulder, pushing his shirt's sleeve down a bit.

-"Mhum…"

I stuck my tongue out and licked his skin, running it up and down his smooth neck. I planted my lips on it and started sucking gently, making Marco shiver and moan as he hooked one of his hand on my back and squeezed my shirt. His other hand got lost in my hair as he pushed my head against his neck.

I puffed as I literally drenched his neck with my saliva and climbed my hand up his abdomen. I felt his abs and his sweaty skin until I got to his chest and started pinching his stiff nipple gently. My boyfriend moaned and darted his head back a bit, -"Ngh… Jean…"- He slurred as I began to fondle them harshly, feeling them wet, and he shivered as an erection began to build up in his pants. I gazed up and when I saw his face, I got hard too; he had his head hurled back with his mouth gaped and drooling, his cheeks were flushed and he was sweating. Seeing him aroused really makes me excited and hard and I wanted to make him feel better.

I pushed him to bed and when I was about to straddle him, the abrupt, serious face he had made me stop, -"W-what's the matter?"- I asked, worried and impatient to get on him.

His furrowed eyes were carved on my shirt, -"Take it off,"- He spat, -"... please."- He added after a few seconds of silence.

I grinned, enjoying seeing his all flustered over a shirt, -"Why don't you take it off for me, huh?"- He sat up from the bed quickly and pulled my shirt up with force. I moaned lowly as Marco's smooth hands grazed my skin as he jerked my shirt off of me and threw it away. Marco then couldn't avert his eyes from my toned abdomen, which was more husky than the last time we've gotten heavy like this, -"Feeding your eyes, aren't we?"- I straightened my torso, showing off my hot as fuck abdomen.

Marco's ear lit up and as he looked up at me, -"They're…,"- He exhaled and blushed, -"… you… worked out a lot in there, didn't you? You've… lost weight."

I nodded, -"Yeah…"- And it wasn't to look good for Marco, I shamefully admit. It was to get stronger so I could defend myself from… everyone but I'm not gonna say that to him now. It'll ruin the mood.

-"You... look hotter."- He complimented me and that made my body shiver in excitement and… harder.

I smirked as I leaned down on him and rested my arms over his head, -"Just so you know, I'd definitely have a shirt with a print of you naked if I could."

Marco blushed a lot at my pick-up line and out of excitement, he pulled my head down and smashed my lips with his. While we kissed in depth, my hand got lively and started touching him everywhere; his back, chest, his abdomen, his waist and finally… his bun, those puffy, cute as fuck buns of his that I go crazy for. I squeezed them lewdly and Marco's moans just right by my ear made me squeeze and fondle them more thoroughly. Marco's erection grew by all that steamy touching and I started licking my lips as I undid his pants. Once done, I started to fondle his boner teasingly, feeling his underwear wet already. I tapped his shaft and clenched it, making him shiver and moaned louder. I then shoved my hand in his underwear and pulled his slimy cock out of his underwear. My face was still close to his, kissing and licking Marco's jaw, but I needed to see his dick. It's been too long. I gazed down at Marco crotch and bit my lips at the sight of his erect cock.

-"Can I suck you?"- I asked, trying to look back at Marco's eyes but I couldn't part them from his cock.

Marco nodded, his face red and sweaty as he breathed messily.

I moved my body southward and once on his crotch, I started kissing his cock and trailed down, then trailing up with my tongue out again, taking his cum drops in my mouth and savoring it, -"Still sweet."- I commented, licking it off of my lips.

-"Mmn…,"- Marco moaned, biting his hand. I clenched his cock with my whole hand and shoved it in my mouth, sucking it off quickly. I swallowed every drop of his jizz and pressed, making it spill more cum, -"Jean… it's… it's not enough… I… I want…"- Marco wheezed, hitching his crotch up.

I pulled up a bit, -"What do you want, babe? I'll give ya' anything."

-"I want… I want your finger in me…"- He slurred, one arm over his head, gripping the bed's sheets, and the other gripping my hair.

My cheeks burned and I just stayed blank for a few seconds, processing his words. Marco just asked me to finger him…

-"Jean…"- Marco called again, impatient and distraught.

I snapped off my tranced and grinned, -"You've gotten pervy, freckles."- I started to wonder what else he did while I was away as I hovered my index finger near his anus. One at a time, Jean. I shoved it in and started jolting it back and forth while sucking him still, nibbling the tip of his cock playfully.

Marco's breathing got ragged. His grip on the bed and on my hair tightened as I shoved my next finger in. His butthole felt… soft and loose already, though. I easily shoved my third finger in and it was pure ecstasy for him. Marco has done stuff to himself while I wasn't here and that… really makes me gleeful, making me feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why, I just… loved it. I imagine Marco fingering himself while bleating my name in my head and my body heats up and hardens. Even my nips got hard.

I was even more surprised when he started wheezing and moaning for me to move my fingers faster. My face was burning. Holy shit. I fastened my pace, like never before, and Marco's dick started spitting cum like crazy in my mouth, already ejaculating and making him exhale in pure bliss. The quantity of cum in my mouth was incessant but I swallowed it all in one go and parted from his crotch. Some of it fell to the bed, though. I'll just wash it tomorrow.

I panted, feeling my heart like it was gonna burst out, -"Woah, babe, that was…,"- I slurred breathlessly, -"… crazy and… amazing."

Marco's face was still red as he smiled, panting heavily, but even so, he managed to swoop me around and straddle me. He took off his shirt and I whistled at his cute figure, at those freckles and sweat drops that dripped from his torso. My body aroused at the sight, damn, he looks good. Really good. He was still toned like before but not like me. Marco did exercises now and then with me but not on my level. It's not his thing, -"Jean…,"- He spoke seductively as he fondled my abdomen thoroughly, running his hands through v-line, something he loves to do. My body shivered at his touch, -"Do you want me to… suck you too?"- He said, now wanting to comply my wishes just like I complied his -and he also wanted to suck me, wanted to see my dick after so long because as he spoke, his finger were furtively tugging my pants.

I gulped and gaped my mouth to reply but… something held me off.

Marco pulled the button off the hole of my pant. I wanted to tell him to stop for a minute but… I kept thinking of him licking me off and…

He tugged my pants down and hooked his finger on my underwear next.

Stop, Marco… there's… something I need to…

He pulled my underwear down and exposed my hard cock. This time, it caught him big time; his eyes widened and carved on it and his mouth gaped, -"It's… it's…,"- He stuttered and gulped, his face turning redder by the second, -"… bigger."

I laughed, -"Come on, Marco, don't exaggerate. You know that's impossible."- But his face told me otherwise...

-"Jean, I'm… I'm serious…"- He really was serious and then it hit me; he'd know the difference more than anyone. He has seen my dick a lot and he remembers so he'd definitely spot the contrast. My face started to heat up at that.

I know there's pill and other methods to enlarge it but I've never tried any of those so… how? How can my dick be bigger? -"But… h-how?"- I'm not gonna lie, having a bigger dick made me feel good. It means I'll get to give Marco one hell of a good anal sex. It means I'll get to pleasure him more. Also, it made me feel good because he can't part his eyes from it, because he likes 'em big and the bigger… the better, right? I'm such a pervert.

-"M-Maybe it's because of your workout and weight loss…"- Marco stuttered again, eyes still on it.

Hoo boy, it's getting hot in here.

-"I want… I want to make you feel good too, Jean…"- I want your dick in my mouth, is what he thought, I bet -and I knew his intentions are what he said, to pleasure me too but really, I find pleasure in pleasuring him. He neared his face to my crotch, pulling my underwear down completely and gasping in surprise at my pubic hair.

I slapped myself and covered my face, embarrassed, fuck, I forgot to shave!

I heard Marco chuckle and nuzzle me there lovingly, making me shiver and moan, -"It's okay, Jean. It's cute."- He commented, now kissing me there and again, I moaned, enjoying the feel of his warm lips brushing my hair.

My pubic hair… cute? That's a new one.

Marco started to kiss my cock and going up to my shaft. He licked it and when he opened his mouth to shove it in, a sudden image popped in my mind: it was Gabe… sucking me off that night I got high and he drugged me with some sex-drive booster. That's why I was so reluctant of him sucking me off, -"W-wait, Marco… s-stop…"- I stuttered, pushing his head away. This… this isn't right. I have to tell him about it. I had forgotten about it ever since Gabe went bitchy on me and died.

-"Is… something the matter?"- Marco was worried too as he observed my expression.

I was nervous, anxious, I… I don't know how to tell him, -"T-there's something I… I need to tell you… before you… do me…"

-"Wh-what is it? You're scaring me…"

-"I'm… I'm sorry…,"- I have to come clean out of this one. I have to be honest with him. Marco has always been honest with me. I regret it. I definitely do but I betrayed Marco, no matter what excuse I come up with. He's gonna be mad at me, disappointed. He hates any type of drugs. He might even break up with me…, -"Marco… back at the prison… I… I had an awful time. I was tortured and embed with fear. I… I wanted to forget about that so I… I asked a friend of mines there for help, I asked him for… for drugs…,"- Marco's expression hardened but he kept quiet. He knew there's something else, -"He… he gave me this drug that boosted my libido and… and we… made out and he… he sucked me… just like you were about to do. He didn't do anything else…"

I expected Marco's expression to be like I just destroyed his heart but… he seemed worried and angry at the same time, -"He… he drugged you!"

-"Yeah, but it was because I asked him to. Plus, I… I wanted him to do it."- I admitted, full of shame. I tried my best to keep my eyes on him.

-"You wanted to because that's what the drug does!"- He began to raise his voice, more angry at Gabe than me and for a short period of time, it made me feel not so bad, -"Did he told you what the drug does before he injected you?"

I shook my head, -"No, but-"

-"Then it's his fault! He drugged you, Jean!"- He was waving his arms like crazy, exasperated and angry, -"He tricked you and-"

-"Marco, it's my fault!"- I raised my voice too and made him hop in place a bit, startling him, -"I was the one who asked him to hit me with the best he got in the first place, okay? It's my fault!"

He, stubborn as always, shook his head in disagreement but… he kept quiet. He understood what I said, nonetheless.

-"It doesn't matter anyways. He's dead,"- I said and lent forward, resting my hands on the bed, from each side of my sprawled legs, and looked down, as if I was kneeling, -"I'm sorry, Marco! I regret it, I regret asking him for help but I betrayed you and I can't forgive myself for it! I understand if you're mad at me and I… I understand if you wanna break up with me."

Marco stayed speechless.

I didn't look up. His expression will stab me, -"Just… do it and make it painful. I deserve it."

He suddenly gasped and took my head, making me look up at him. I felt my cheeks wet and that's when I realized I was crying, -"Don't say that, Jean!"- He yelled, now looking destroyed by what I just said, -"Don't punish yourself like that!"

-"But what I did… is wrong, Marco…"

-"But you had a reason and I understand you were in panic and resorted to drugs to calm down and to forget. There's not much else in that prison, is there?"

I shook my head and looked away, -"That's no excuse for-"

-"Enough, Jean,"- Again, he turned my head and made me look back at him, -"You're too hard on yourself. You hurt yourself and I hate that. It's okay, I'm not mad at you. I don't like you using drugs but… I understand, okay? I don't blame you and I still love you, no matter what you do."

I cried more as I rested my head in his palms, -"Marco…"- Damn him and his compassion…!

He smiled tenderly and kissed me again, pushing me back down on our bed. We kissed and made out for a few minutes until… -"Can… I… continue where I left off?"

-"I dunno… I…,"- The looked he gave me told me wanted to do me and I also wanted him to do me but…, -"… get a condom, just in case."

Marco nodded and rushed to the bathroom, where I retrained our lubricant and condoms. When he came back with a condom in hand, he straddled me again and slipped the condom onto my cock. I still dislike the tight sensation but I'll bear with it for Marco's health.

He continued to suck me and it took more time than usual and as he kept sucking, we both realized that it wasn't working. Marco suddenly sat on my lap, took hold of my cock and hitched up, hovering his rectum over it, -"Woah, Marco… wh-what're you…?"- That's crazy! Gay Japanese manga crazy!

And I secretly loved it.

-"Just relax, Jean. You'll feel good, I promise,"- He spoke, eager to do it and make me feel as good as he felt. Slowly, he descended on my straight cock and yelped the second it pressed against his anus. I gaped my mouth to tell him to stop, that this was totally crazy and that he'll just end up hurting himself but he kept descending, trusting my dick in, -"Ah…! Haa…! It… it hurts!"- Marco bleated and groaned, his body shaking as he wriggled.

-"Ahh… fuck…"- I moaned, darting my head back a bit, feeling good already just my shoving my dick in him. I want to tell him to stop since it was hurting him but… I wanted him to continue, I wanted to feel my cock in him, I wanted to cum in him, to see his satisfied expression…

I noticed he was struggling to keep himself steady -though I think that's not the only issue. I think my dick's new size is another issue. Marco's body is used to my dick's last size. In any case, I held his hips from each side with both hand and his descent got steady. My dick sank into his anus slowly and Marco was trembling, bleating and groaning out loud, -"Ah… Jean…!"- His body heated up as his dick erected and spilled cum onto my groin. I wanted to take it in my finger and put it in my mouth but I kept my hands in place, holding Marco as he kept lowering his body down, shoving my dick even deeper. Marco wheezed and puffed hot, messy breaths as he dropped his body completely on me, dipping my dick further, now fully in. His eyes were mid-closed, his mouth gaped and dripping drool and he was sweating a lot. He started to rub his fingers between his nuts and then… just when I thought he was done, he started hopping in place, moaning and groaning louder and louder, -"Jean! Ah, hah… this… this feels so good!"

I was really enjoying watching him all hot and sweaty, struggling to masturbate while hopping on my cock. My body burned and I felt my cock spilling cum in there as the orgasm closed in. I reached for his hard dick and jacked it off while he kept shoving my cock in and out of his rectum, -"Marco… fuck!"- I bleated, my throat dried and my dick about to blow up in him, -"Oh, Marco…! Fuck, I'm… I'm about to come!"- I said, feeling my groin drenched in Marco's unending cum and enjoying the sensation.

Marco darted his head back, -"Jean, hah…!"

-"Marco!"

We both cried out when we ejaculated and spit cum. Marco's cum reached my face, splattering my cheek and chin -some of it even landed in my gaped mouth. Mines was a lot too. I felt it flood the condom and leak out of Marco's anus; I even saw it, dripping and oozing down on my crotch. We both exhaled at the waves of satisfaction and ecstasy but Marco's light body fell on me, making my cock bend painfully. I winced and pulled it out of him with a bit of difficulty, since it was slipper and very deep in him.

He was breathing with difficulty and I placed my hand on his hair, -"Marco… a-are you okay?"

-"Mhum…,"- He breathed in and out, slowly and deeply, and when he managed to control his messy breathing, he gazed at me. He spotted the cum on my cheeks and began to clean it off until I took his hand and moved it to my mouth. I licked his cum off his finger and nibbled them, -"Jean... I love you so much…"- He whispered before kissing me madly in the lips.

-"I… love you too…"- I managed to mutter between the kisses.

We kept kissing until we finally relaxed on our new bed and dozed off.

~ o ~

-"That was… really crazy, Marco. Where'd you get that from?"- I asked, caressing my boyfriend's abdomen's with my fingers. I laid on our bed sideway, with my waist on it and chest facing Marco and my head resting on my palm, which was being supported by my arm and my elbow. Both of us were still naked, covered by our soft sheets.

Marco giggled at my touch as he gazed at me lovingly, -"Well, it worked, didn't it?"- He said and he was right. I did got to reach that bliss I so craved, -"And I got it from… my BL mangas."- He blushed at that, rubbing his finger on his cheek.

-"Ha, I knew it!"- Marco had a few of those and he brought them here too, -"It was crazy but… amazing. You were great, Marco. Did it… did it hurt?"- I asked, now caressing his waist and tights, loving his smooth skin.

-"Mjum but…,"- He blushed a bit more at my touches and at the memories of our night going through his head, -"It payed off well in the end."

-"I'm glad but…,"- My hand was already on his butt, fondling it lovingly, -"Let's not try that again for a while, yeah? I don't wanna hurt you."

He nodded and wrapped his arms around my neck, extending his hands a bit lower and caressing my skin there. When he felt it scarred, he gasped and pushed me down abruptly, displaying my severed back, -"Hey!"- I exclaimed, startled.

Marco gasped again, deeper this time, and covered his mouth, muffling his continuous sobs, -"Oh my God, Jean… it's…"

I breathed deeply and closed my eyes. My scarred back. I knew I couldn't hide it from him much longer..., -"Marco, please don't cry…,"- I sat up and moved in front of him, pulling his hands from his mouth and placing mines on his cheeks, brushing his tears off his eyes, –"I know it looks horrible but… they're a reminder of everything I went through in there -of everything I went through all this time- and how I managed to endured it all … for you, Marco."

Marco sobbed again and looked up at me, shaking his head, -"They're a reminder of your strength, Jean…"

-"Yeah, well… you gave me strength when I needed it the most, Marco. I kept thinking about you and told myself 'Marco's out there, waiting for me. I need to get back to him'. That… was enough for me to keep standing up whenever I fell,"- I smiled fondly as I caressed his cheeks, tears welling up in my eyes, -"I had help, of course. That Nicky, I… I really owe him. It's a long story."

-"I'm all ears, Jean."- Marco said and settled himself cozily within our sheets, eager to hear my story.

-"Get comfy, Marco, 'cuz I'm not leaving any details."- I said and my story telling began. I shared everything, I told him everything that happened there. Marco was moved and glad often but sometimes, he got sad and worried. The story wasn't exactly rosy but Marco enjoyed it and he was glad I was willing to share it with him, despite having suffered in there.

After I finished, we started making out again. I was kissing his blotched neck passionately when he spoke, -"Mhm… Jean, have you ever thought about…"

I sucked his skin gently, tasting his vanilla scent in my mouth, -"Hmm?"

-"A… about getting married?"

I coughed abruptly, taken by surprise with his stunning and sudden question. I hoisted my body up and gazed at him, -"Uh… no, not really. Why you ask?"- Me? Married? Uh, no thanks. Too much of a responsibility for me.

-"Well, I've been thinking… now that we got our own house and all… that maybe it would be nice…"- Marco's happy and dreamy smile told me he really thought about it and it made him happy.

Marriage is the cause of break-ups, honestly. When married, couples tend to get into a load of fights and rules are placed and I like our freedom. I don't want rules between Marco and I. I want for us to be free as boyfriends forever, -"Oh ho, ho, you're funny, you cute -I mean, stupid bastard…"- I jibed, tickling him mercilessly and enjoying his gleeful giggles ringing in me ear.

But… who knows? We might just get married someday.

So... I don't know about that ending XD Now, before you make moody faces, cheer up, there's an epilogue coming up!

Finishing this story is like a achievement for me and even though it lost some of it's charm from the beginning, I'm proud of it. It's been like three to four years with it and I think the problem was that I dragged it too much, right? Let me now! I got a ton of JeanMarco fics ideas and I can't wait to get started on 'em. I'm taking a small break, though, after writing the epilogue (which won't be as long as this one, promise XD). I think I've learned a lot from this experience and I hope my next stories do better :3 stay tuned if you're interested!

You, who has read this story up to this chapter, THANK YOU SO MUCH. I know it wasn't easy to stand it (and believe it, it wasn't easy to write either) but thank you. Thank you a lot.

Have a great week ;)