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I'm sorry this ended up a lot longer than I intended it to be but I'm proud of it and very happy! (22,000 words? That's a new record!) I managed to cover everything I wanted to cover and that makes me feel relieved :3

Warning: Strong sexual content.

Disclaimer: I do not own Attack on Titan.

EPILOGUE

-"So, that's our long, traumatic and happy story,"- I said, leaning back on the chair with arms crossed behind my head, -"What do you think?"- Fuck, my back and shoulders hurt. I'll need Marco to give me one of his glorious massages while getting a massage in our sweet Jacuzzi.

The woman in the desk before me had her eyes glistening at us, -"Oh my God… I don't know what to say,"- She pressed her face with her white nap-kin, cleaning off the ruined make-up from her eyes, -"You've both been… trough so much…"

-"Yeah, well… that's the past and now we're both here, alive, healthy and happy, and that's what matters."- I said, with a smile on my face as I gazed at Marco on a chair beside me, placing my hand on his knee.

-"God, I don't even know how to start the article…"- She cleaned the sweat from her pale forehead with her napkin. The blond woman, uh… I forget her name, was extremely moved by our story.

-"We can help you out, if you'd like."- Marco offered, pleased with how this turned out. The idea of this was originally mines but… I wasn't sure, at first. I wasn't at ease with the thought of every person out there knowing about it because… it's personal, very personal for both of us, and so I asked Marco and what he said helped me decide: I decided to let guys and girls like me out there know what this life has in stock, to let them know that… it's not easy and if my story can give them a head-start, that's awesome, but if it just scares them then… maybe someone else's will chin them back up.

The journalist quickly shook her head, dumping the dirty napkin in the trash-can beside her desk, -"No, no, no, you boys have done so much already. It took a lot of courage for you to, first of all, make the decision and lastly, to retell your story to me, to the whole cities."

I nodded because it did take a lot out of me to decide and I'm glad I had Marco there to help me.

-"What you've done, boys, it's… marvelous. With this, you will help a lot of boys and girls like you out there understand what it's like to be homosexual, to understand and be aware of the obstacles and difficulties they will face. You'll let them know that they're not alone, that there are others like them."- Vicky spoke, shedding tears again and pulling another napkin for its box to clean her messy makeup.

Isn't she dramatic? -"Yeah, that's... what I'm hoping."

-"Well, there's a lot of work for me to do so I better get started,"- She tugged her coat and tapped her cheeks several times, -"I must warn you, though, once I post this out there… there might be other journalists like me wishing to interview you both. You'll be famous in no time."

-"Actually, we're pretty recognized already,"- I laughed, scratching my head as Marco and I stood up, -"Thanks again, um…"

-"Victoria Gale but everyone calls me Vicky,"- She snatched my hand and shook it, -"Thank you so much for coming today here! You don't how eager I was to meet you both! I'll let you know as soon as the article's out!"

-"We'll appreciate that."- I said and turned to the exit, right after Marco.

-"Um, hold on a sec, boys,"- Spoke Vicky again, making us peer over our shoulders at her, -"I got one last question: are you sexually active?"

Marco and I turned to face her and looked at each other. We've been inquired about that several times before and my response is always the same: -"That's putting it mildly."

-"Jean…"- And Marco always elbows me because of my lewd answer but it's true! We do have sex a lot! Let me think… we have sex like five times a week, sometimes we have sex two or three times a day, so that's eight… times a week? Someone do the math, please. I dunno how to count. All I know is that we do have sex... a lot.

Are we sexually active? Oh yeah.

Vicky's cheeks flushed as he looked at our psychologist on a corner. Yeah, we've been going to a psychologist recently, by Celine's suggestion and Marco's beseech. Me? I'm fine. I know we've been through some traumatic shit but I feel fine. I don't need a psychologist but oh well.

Our psychologist was a very sweet person that has come to care a lot about us. She specifically has gotten attached to Marco, you know, because he's cute and all. Ugh. He's mine, bitch. She's actually here because she wanted to make sure the interview doesn't… you know, derange us or something. Her name's Clara and she's tan skinned, brown eyed with short, curly, brown hair and a slim but curvy body. The reason I'm a bit... scornful with her is because she reminded me of Kat, my psychologist in high school, the bitch who made my life there a living hell, -"Yes, they are sexually active but they do not show any symptom of addiction. It is simply… passion."

Vicky aww-ed, making my boyfriend blush as he gazed at me lovingly. I smiled lovingly at him too.

-"Their STD test results are perfect too."- Clara added.

-"That's impressive!"- Vicky exclaimed and took out her tiny notebook from her desk, pulling out a pink pen from its springs. She was chirpy and excited. If I don't leave her office soon, she's gonna keep making questions, -"Last question, I promise! How do you achieve success during your sexual intercourses and how do you maintain it healthy and yet passionate?"

I chortled and waved my hands in front of her, -"Whoa, slow down, Vicky! One at a time. You lost me at the first one."

Vicky breathed deeply and exhaled, -"Oh my God, I can just ask you so many questions,"- She's a crazy journalist, isn't she? -"I meant... what makes your sexual intercourse so successful?"

Okay, now she's going weird on me with those questions. Marco was a bit embarrassed even. Before all this, I wouldn't answer such a question, I mean... it's personal, but since I agreed to this in the first place..., -"It depends on your mood, really, but there are other factors that can... you know, affect the moment, like the atmosphere and the place you're in. The key factor, though, in my opinion is... love; how much you love that person and how much that person loves you too, how much intimacy they share and the confidence in each other."

-"That's beautiful..."- Vicky said, eyes glistening again as she scribbled down on her notebook.

-"And regarding your second question, well... lots of condoms and lubricant."- Really, there's nothing else to say there. No matter how many times I'm asked the question and no matter who asks it, I say: condoms and lubricants, kid.

-"Okay, so... what would you say to the boys and girls out there experiencing their homosexuality for the first time?"

I have a lot to say about that, -"To stay loyal to themselves, to never lie to themselves about who they are, to never try to be someone else... no matter what. To stay strong because sooner or later, it... it hurts and they're going to regret it."

-"That's beautiful..."- Vicky said, writing all my words on her notebook.

Yeah, you said that before...

When she finished writing, she closed her notebook and shoved it in her coat's pockets, -"Well, I think you better leave before I start making more questions! Thanks again!"

With a quick wave of my hands, I scuttled out of her office hurriedly, pushing Marco with me, -"Whew, another second in there and she would've bombarded us with questions again."

Marco chuckled, swiping the bit of sweat from his forehead, -"Yeah..."

-"Oh, wait! I forgot a very important question!"- Ah, crap... I cursed mentally as I looked at Marco to run away but it was too late. She already caught us, notebook on hand again. She's quick, I'll give her that -despite wearing high heels, -"Do you plan on getting married?"

Shit... I cursed mentally. That was not a question I was expecting, given the present person beside me. I gulped, feeling Marco's expectant and hopeful eyes on me, -"Uh... no, I don't plan on getting married."

From my peripheral, I saw Marco dropping his gaze from me, disappointed. Marco has mentioned marriage several times now and even though he wasn't... direct about it, I knew he wanted us to marry. He wanted us to become more than just boyfriends. He wanted us to have a deeper link than just plain lovers. He wanted to call me husband but I'm just... not cut out for that.

I'm really sorry, Marco...

-"Oh, uh... that's rather unfortunate but I'm sure you have your reasons!"

-"I'd like it if you don't include that info in your article."- I said, giving her a serious look.

-"O-of course! It's your personal affair, after all,"- She cleared her throat and looked away. She did planned on including it, didn't she? -"Alright, that's finally all! I'll get started on the article right away and I'll let you know when it's done!"

-"Yeah, finally."- I muttered to myself, eager to get the hell out of here already and go home.

-"Um, thanks again!"- Said Marco, waving his arms at Vicky as I dragged him out of there and hurried to the exit.

-"Are you boys alright?"- Clara asked, following after us.

-"We're fine, Clara. Don't fuss about it."- I said and it might have been a bit harsh on my part but... Marco and I are totally fine. Honestly, she's getting all wrapped up and worried over nothing. Also, having her following us like this kind of annoys me. We know how to take care of ourselves, okay?

-"Some of those questions were..."

I halted my steps and turned to her, -"I know,"- I said. She was right. The majority of those questions were a bit painful to answer. They brought unwanted and grievous memories to my mind, like Frank's fight, Marco's bullet wound, my sentence in prison..., -"But we moved on, okay? That's in the past and we're here, in the present, and it's all that matters,"- I snapped, running a hand through my hair to calm myself a bit, -"Look, I know what you're trying to do and I appreciate it but... I think it's time for you to focus on your most severe patients, like the one with dementia and the other one with PTSD, you know, the one who really need you, you get me?"

Clara's eyes glistened a bit as she stared at me incredulously and heartbroken. Oh God, is she going to cry? Like I said before, she has come to care about us a lot and me telling her all this is a shock for her, but I had to say it. Otherwise, she won't realize it.

-"I'm just trying to tell you that we're okay,"- I said, wrapping an arm around Marco's shoulder and pulling him close to me, -"We're alright, we both moved past that and it doesn't affect us anymore. We're happy, can't you see?"

Marco looked at me in surprise and admiration. He disliked my indifference towards her and the whole plan of having a psychologist but... as she realized that it really was unnecessary, he did too, -"He's right, Clary. We're both okay and we're happy with our lives, despite everything we've suffered."

-"Yes, I... I see,"- Clara spoke, her voice a bit uneven. She's really gonna cry, isn't she? For a psychologist, she's pretty scatterbrained, -"But... I still want to see you whenever I can..."

I sighed, -"We can still have a few sessions but... let's drop the volume, yeah?"- I mean, three times a week is just not okay. She shrieked, literary shrieked, in content as she launched at us into a tight hug. Her breasts felt uncomfortable on my chest but... I didn't said anything just to comply her wish. She hugged Marco next, tighter than she hugged me, and even lifted him up. My eyebrows furrowed as I grabbed Marco's arm and started pulling him away from her. That's enough, bitch, -"Time to go, Marco."- I have places to be and I wanna get home already.

-"Take care, boys!"- Clara waved us goodbye, yelling something else to us but we were already too far.

Marco and I hurried out of Sina's best newspaper building, "Sina Daily News", and mounted my car. Once inside, I exhaled in relief and relaxed on my seat, -"Boy, am I glad to be out of there,"- The mass of people in there was overwhelming (thank God there was air conditioner, otherwise, it would've been like an oven) and the continuing chatter was just too much for my ears. It made my head ache. I turned to Marco, -"You okay?"- I asked, worried a bit. Marco's dislike of crowds was notable there but when he's with me, it's not so overwhelming for him. He just gets on edge.

He nodded, closing his eyes and rubbing it's lids, -"Mhum."

-"Just one more place to go before we return to our cozy home,"- I said, caressing his cheek lovingly. Man, the thought made me all giddy and joyful. I loved my home and I loved the privacy I had with Marco there. We can just do so much without anyone bothering us, -"Besides, you were the one who insisted on going."

-"It's important, okay? Let's go."- He said, straightening up on the passenger's seat.

-"Alright,"- I said, turning on my car and pulling the lever down to reverse, -"Seat belts, babe."

Marco had the belt already, though, and just gave me a proud smirk, -"That goes for you."

I laughed and pulled down my seat belt. Yeah, I'm the one that always forget.

We rode off with our crystals down. We enjoyed watching Sina's beautiful scenery as we passed by and I enjoyed watching Marco smiling as he stuck his head out a bit, his hair dancing like crazy as the wind blew by. He knew that and gazed at me often, his cheeks flushed as he smiled in joy.

We reached our destination: Sina Health Center and I sighed, -"We're here. Man, I'll never get tired of this place."- I said as we dismounted my car and stretched. That was plain sarcasm. Me, someone with little to no tolerance and thin temper, not tired of this place? Puh-please! In there, there's always like five or six kids crying and sick people coughing all the time. I have a hard time containing my urge to just fucking kick them out of the building. I'm here because, like Marco said, it's important for us and our health.

We headed inside and the first thing I heard was, you guessed it, kids crying. I groaned as we sat on our chairs close to the reception area after taking our turn number. I can whine about this place all I can but I gotta say, it's way better than Maria's health center. People here are never too sick or old to smell and dress good. Plus, they're civilized; they cover their mouth when they're about to cough or sneeze, preventing other's from getting infected -they bathe, okay? Yeah, it's full like Maria's but it has an air conditioner turned on 24/7 and it was way bigger, spacious and had a lot of seats.

We waited to be called to the reception area until my boyfriend started shaking, -"Cold, babe?"- I asked.

Marco nodded, his teeth clattering even, -"I... I forgot our coats."

-"Wait here, I'll go get them."- I gave him a sweet peck on his cheek and stood up, scuttling trough the mass of people, careful not to accidentally stomp on any annoying kids. Once out, I headed to my car, opened the trunk and pulled out our coats. I bought them when we started coming here frequently; mines was a leather, brownish coat with no hood and Marco's was a fury white and hooded. I closed the trunk, locked it and headed inside, coats on shoulders. I sat beside Marco and dressed him with his coat, -"C'mere, I'll warm you up."- I gestured, arms open for when he rested his head on my chest to close them around his shoulders. I pulled him closer to me and nuzzled his hair, inhaling his sweet vanilla scent I love so much.

-"Thanks, Jean,"- Marco spoke, -"I love you."

-"Love you too,"- I replied, smiling like a little kid, -"You know I'll do anything for you."

Marco smiled and closed his eyes.

All cozy and warm, we both dozed off until our number was called. It startled us awake but I pushed Marco down gently, -"I'll go and sign us up. You just keep snoozing, cutie,"- I said, scuttling hurriedly towards the reception area, -"Yeah, I'm here for an STD checkup with doctor Quinn, if he's present."

-"Name?"- Asked the woman before me.

-"Jean Kirshtein and Marco Bodt."- I replied, resting my arms on the counter.

-"Oh, it's you again. You're with the Army, right?"- The woman spoke and giggled once she found our names on the monitor, -"STD checkup again, huh? Aren't you libidinous. You military bad boys are a score. I bet your girl is really happy."

-"It's a guy,"- I rolled my eyes, -"And that's none of your business."

-"Oh,"- She said, just realizing that, hey, the name beside mines is a boy's, the one I've been getting STD checkup once a week with, suggests I am gay, -"... you're gay?"- She spoke in surprise and disgust. Her ugly face said it all. Her makeup even got all messed up when it wrinkled in disgust.

-"Nooo, of course not,"- I spoke, with clear sarcasm in my voice, -"Just call me when Quinn's ready."- I spat and parted from the counter... but not before I heard her say 'since when does the military recruits something as disgusting as a gay?' to her coworker. I paused my feet, clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. I had the urge to just... fucking tell her a few things but, like Marco suggested, I ignored them. I released my grip and exhaled. Yeah, I shouldn't get so worked-up by a bitch like her. I mean, I've heard that kind of shit before and I expected homophobes in Sina too (they're everywhere, really) so I should stay cool about it. Her voice was annoying, okay? Still, if she says something really uncalled for... I'll confront her cuz I'm not gonna let anyone badmouth my relationship with Marco.

Still kind of moody, I stomped back to my seat and sat harshly, arms crossed and brows furrowed. Marco noticed, of course and I told him everything about it but I was still grouchy and like always he gave me warm kiss on my cheek and massaged my shoulders, trailing his finger up my neck and pressing there gently too. I exhaled as I cooled off by his touch, moaning silently, -"Better?"- He asked.

-"Yeah...,"- I slurred, turning my head towards him, -"But you know what would be better? You giving me a massage while getting a massage in our Jacuzzi."- Uff.

Marco chuckled, caressing my cheek, -"We could do that after Netflix and Chill while cozying up with the fireplace -or would you prefer Gaming and Chill?"- Marco spoke lewdly and lovingly.

-"Mmm, both,"- Oh boy, that sounds really good. It sent thrills trough my body while a simper grew on my lips, -"Then we get heavy on our bed?"

Marco giggled, -"Whatever you want, Jean."- We started to near our faces together until we were called. Cock blocked, we both stood up and scuttled our way past the reception area to Quinn's office, holding hands.

Once in, we closed the door and the man greeted us, a knowing smile on his lips, -"Hey, Jean, Marco, same drill?"

-"You know it, doc."- I said as Marco and I pulled our pants down, exposing our crotches. We know the drill already.

Quinn sanitized his hands, pulled down gloves on them and clicked his fingers. He turned to examine me first, kneeling before my crotch with a hand on his chin, -"Hmm... nothing of note here."- He commented and reached for one of those long swabs from his desk.

-"Ugh, hate this part."- I whined as he lifted my cock a bit and shoved the damn stick up my penis. I winced as he pressed it deeper. It feels uncomfortable but after a while... it feels good.

-"Stop whining, Jean. I though I said that since your cock is... ahem, larger, your urethra is farther and so I have to press deeper,"- Quinn said, pulling the stick out slowly. That felt even better, making me moan and even cum a bit, -"See? It's not so bad. You even discharged a bit,"- Quickly, he took a sample of my cum before it fell, -"Do you want a lollipop?"- He mocked, a grin on his face.

I just looked away, cheeks flushed while Marco chuckled. I admit, it's not so bad but if it was one of those penis sex toys it would've been a lot better than a fucking swab.

Quinn patted the bed next and I laid chest down. He took another swab from his desk and shoved it up my anus. That didn't felt uncomfortable at all. I moaned as he turned the thing inside and pulled it out slowly, -"Alright, now take a sample of your urine and please, don't let it fall to the water."- He said, giving me a plastic glass with a sachet of moist towelette and a tube.

-"'Kay."- I replied, trudging towards the bathroom he had in here, pants still down.

Once in, I rose the toilet's lid and sat, opening the sachet and rubbing the towelette against my penis. I helped me pee and I quickly poured it in the plastic vase and then in the tube. I dumped the vase and stood up after cleaning myself, flushing the toilet and pulling my pants up. I walked out and saw Quinn taking a swab of Marco's butt-hole. I licked my lips lecherously at his cute, freckled buns. When he finished, Marco pulled his pants up and we both sat down on the chairs. Quinn then took a swab of our mouth and a blood sample from our fingertips, -"As you already know, the samples takes at least a day to be evaluated and processed. In any case, you look perfectly healthy to me... despite your excessive quantity of sexual activities. I suggest you decrease said quantity to reduce your odds of brewing an infection."

I leaned against the chair, arms crossed behind my head, -"You ask a lot out of me, doc."

Quinn chuckled and then sighed, eyes on his monitor, typing something, -"I envy you both, you know."

I tilted my head, curious of his abrupt words, -"Why's that?"- I pried and maybe I shouldn't have. I know Quinn's a womanizer but I think he's unlucky with women. I've spotted him in several places in Sina, speaking to women and all the times I've come here, I see him unhappy.

-"Look at you both, so young and yet passionate for each other. Your bond is... substantial and your love is fervent. It's remarkable,"- He sighed, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes, -"I've lived long and I've gotten involved with a lot of women but... I haven't found the woman, the right person for me, that special someone. I feel... lonely, empty."

I stared at him. Those words struck me. They reminded me of Nick, -"Have you um, tried switching gender? Not you, I mean..."

-"I know what you mean,"- Quinn dropped his hands and adjusted his glasses again, now gazing at me, -"I'm unsure, though. It would be... radical."

-"Yeah, it is, but... just try it."- I don't know why but... I wanna help this man out.

Marco, compassionate as always, wanted to help him too, -"Yeah, just try it. You'll never know if you don't try it and who knows, you might find that special person you're looking for."

Quinn thought about it and nodded, -"Yes, you're right,"- He took a deep breath, -"I'll think about it,"- He turned his eyes to the monitor, -"Well, I believe we're done here. Like I mentioned, you look healthy but if you continue with your... sexual activities in the usual pace, then please, keep coming once a week for examination. You can never be too careful. As always, your association with the Army grants you a full health care and thus, you don't owe me anything."

-"Gotcha'!"- I said, waving him goodbye with my keys in hand, as Marco and I stepped out of his office. We walked out of the building, holding hands again, and mounted my car, -"We're finally going home, babe."

Marco smiled broadly as I reversed the car and rode off. The ride home is always peaceful for us. Marco, like last time, stuck his head and rested it on my car's hurdle, closing his eye and enjoying the evening's cool breeze. We reached the military base and since I had the tag on my front crystal, indicating that I live in there, the soldier in charge of the gate opened it quickly. I drove past the shops to the residential area, reaching our home. I parked my car in the marquee after opening the white door with the gadget I had in my car. We dismounted and headed inside. I quickly inhaled the warm air and the vanilla scent emanating from the candles I bought for Marco, -"Home sweet home."- I said, already taking my shoes and my shirt off, exposing my scars.

-"What do you want for dinner, Jean?"- Marco quickly asked, already walking towards the kitchen, -"Soup? Mashed potatoes or...?"

-"Hey, relax, babe. We just arrived,"- I said as I sat comfortably on the sofa and rubbed my feet on the fluffy carpet beneath. I patted my side, -"C'mere."

With a smile, Marco scooted to the living room and sat next to me. I quickly loosened myself on him and started tickling him mercilessly. His giggles and laughs were like a melody to my ears, making my body shake in joy. I loved hearing him laughing and I loved seeing him smile, -"Jean...!"- Marco yelled, laughing and pushing me away as I tickled his armpit, -"St-stop!"

I stopped and stayed over him, my arms on each side of his body, supporting mines, -"Are you happy, Marco?"- I asked, out of the blue. I don't know what got into me. I knew Marco isn't unhappy here with me but...

Marco sighed, looking at my eyes and after a few seconds, he nodded, hooking his arms on my neck, -"Are you?"

I'm... not sure. I feel happy but..., -"Yeah."- I leaned down and kissed him on his lips.

We made out for a few minutes until Marco parted from me, a bit breathless, -"Do you want omelette tacos?"- He asked, a knowing smile on his face. He knew I wouldn't say no to that. I love omelettes and he knows it! And he really knows how to cook too. I love his cooking.

-"Yes,"- I replied, my mouth already drooling, -"Please."- Marco chuckled and pecked my lips before sliding off the sofa and sauntering towards the kitchen. With an arm on the sofa's back summit, I watched as Marco paced around the kitchen, looking and taking the dinner's materials from the fridge, humming to himself.

I loved watching him cooking and I loved his cooking.

Yeah, I'm happy.

~ o ~

Two years later...

-"Hey, Marco, I'll... uh, be upstairs doing research."

Marco looked over his shoulder and nodded. He was in the kitchen preparing lunch, -"Okay. I'll call you when lunch's ready."

-"Roger."- I replied and scooted upstairs to the study room -his study room. It was already filled with Marco's stuff; he had an easel on a corner with lots of canvas graciously organized in rows and columns. Some of them were already painted and I gotta say, his skill improved a lot since high school. Bit by bit, Marco's painting seemed more real than before. In addition to that, all the bookshelves in the room were already filled with his books -plus, the room even had his smell. I loved it. I sat on the desk's chair and turned the the PC's tower and then the monitor. Marco had his laptop but we bought one of the big PCs, considering Marco's classes started and most of those classes required him to own complex art programs.

Once on, I waited for it "load up", like Marco suggested, for a few seconds before I clicked on Chrome's icon. Yeah, we even had our own WiFi, can't this get any better? I opened two tabs and in one of them, I revised my bank account's balance. I sighed in relief when I saw a high amount left. I admit, since I started working and earning good cash, I've gotten... carried away. Marco scolds me about it all the time but I'll be honest and say that I've mostly spent it on him and guess what, condoms and lubricants. Our bathroom's cabinets were packed with those. Holy shit. Still, I'm saving up for something very important. Also,I like giving Marco whatever he wants. I like to pamper him.

I started working as a patrolman and got assigned as an infantryman in case the city's under attack. I exceeded in combat and artillery so I qualified for combat jobs. I took all the of the tests already and yeah, I had to shoot guns and it was complicated, at first; I couldn't stop forgetting about Frank and his gun, the one who wounded Marco. Then, I imagined Frank there, at the end of my gun and just like that, I got the hang of it. I'm not one to brag but... I got a damn good aim.

I had another thing to check in mind so I looked over my shoulder and peered at the door. Coat's clear, I though... until I heard footsteps and quickly closed the tab, -"Jean..."- Marco spoke, sauntering towards me meekly.

-"Oh, hey... is lunch ready?"- I asked, a bit nervous. Gotta close the door next time.

Marco shook his head, -"No, but... I wanted ask you something."

-"Ask away, freckles."- I replied, patting my lap.

He sat down on my lap and bit his lip, pondering about the question, -"Um... what're you researching?"

-"Oh, just... uh, my account's balance,"- I parted from the screen and showed him the tab. I then turned to him, a hand on his thigh,-"I think that's not what you were gonna ask me. What's wrong, Marco?"

He sighed and brushed a fringe of his hair off his face, -"It's about what you asked me a few years ago, if I'm happy and yes, I am happy but... don't you feel there could be more between us? I feel our relationship is lacking and...,"- Marco wanted to continue down that line, making my heart ache bit by bit, but stopped himself and said something else, -"Jean, if... if someone important to you were to propose to you with ring in hand one day... what would you do?"

My eyes widened. He's... he's talking about himself. He knows he's the most important person in my life. I don't have anyone else that would propose to me.

-"Jean...?"- He wanted an answer.

Oh Marco... if only I could..., -"I... I...,"- I muttered and looked away from him. My heart wanted to jump off my chest, -"... don't know, Marco, I..."

Marco's expression dropped, his eyes tearing up a bit, saddened and disappointed yet again of my answer, -"Oh, I see...,"- He struggled to hold those tears in. His lips were shaking and he gulped a lot, -"I'm... not going to ask about that anymore, I'm sorry."- And with that, he stood from my lap and left, covering his face.

I stayed speechless on my chair, my eyes welling up too. I'm sorry, Marco...

God, I hated to see him like that. I had the urge to stand up and comfort him but instead, I turned around and faced the monitor. After closing the door a bit, I typed 'wedding rings for gay couples' on the URL and clicked search. Yeah, I plan on proposing to him and I want it to be a surprise. That's why I kept quiet about it all this time, even though Marco's sad face made me wanna propose right then and there. Marco wanted us to marry and at first, I was unsure. I mean, all this time I've been too comfortable as just boyfriends. Getting married is not my thing but I kept thinking about everything we've been through and about how we overcame those obstacle, together, and I think... I think we can definitely be more than just boyfriends. We've been together for four years now. We can definitely be something bigger and more meaningful. I'll be honest and say I also wanted to comply Marco. Marrying me is his biggest wish. I'll also say that I don't believe that marriage is the one thing that truly bonds a couple together, like the Bible and the Priests tell you so. I believe that what bonds you to your lover is... well, love; if they want to have a strong bond, they have to work together to make it so.

I always thought that marriage is the reason why many couples end up breaking up but... that doesn't mean Marco and I will break up. Marriage doesn't have anything to do there, it's just... a title, a status. However, you do have something to do about it, you and your lover. If Marco and I end up breaking up, that's because we made it, we're at fault, not marriage.

Marco, on the other hand, believes it's what will bond us together forever. He's Christian, he still believes, and that's okay with me. I respect his beliefs.

I also want Marco to call me husband. I also want Marco to be happy and I knew that marrying me will really make him happy.

I browsed the web for wedding rings and I already had my eyes on one for a while; it was stainless steel with lots of colorful stones neatly engraved on the sides (representing the symbol of the LGBT community) and a moderate sized diamond in the middle. I've been undecided but the more I thought about this one, the more convinced that this really is the one for him I became. It's not too complex nor too simple, just perfect, just... Marco.

I'm actually nervous.

I dialed Celine's number quickly, -"Hey, Celine. You, uh... done for the day?"- Yeah, Celine, Dad and even Nick are mixed in this. I got the name of the place where the ring's being sold but I didn't how to get there and plus, I didn't wanted to go alone and I couldn't bring Marco. Fortunately, the shop's located in Sina.

-"Yes, I just arrived home,"- Sure enough, I heard the dog barking, -"How are you boys doing?"

-"We're alright,"- I replied, speaking as low as I could to prevent Marco form listening. I kept gazing at the door often too, -"I wanted to check if we could arrange to... uh, you know."- Buy the ring. I wanted them to be there, specially Celine.

-"Well, let's see...,"- Celine thought about it and I heard footsteps from her side, -"Your father, Nicholas and I are free this Sunday. Do you have work that day?"

-"Let me check,"- I stood up and scooted towards our room. I checked the calendar that hung over our dressed and sighed in relief when I saw that Sunday was unchecked, -"Nope, I'm free too."

-"Good, now what about Marco?"- She asked.

-"I dunno. I'll lie and tell him that I'm going to the supermarket or something,"- I said and chuckled, -"We're almost out of supplies anyways."

-"Jean!"- Marco shouted, -"Lunch's ready!"

-"Shit,"- I cursed and returned to the study room, turning off the tower and the monitor, -"Marco's calling. Gotta go."

-"Take care, Jean."- Celine hung up.

I turned to leave until I membered that whatever website I was in, the web browser saves it in it's history. If Marco saw that...

No, I have to clear my history asap. I know, I sound like I just watched porn and trust me, I'm no stranger of it. I rushed towards the desk and turned the monitor and the tower back on. Marco called me again, -"Come on, come on..."- I muttered, urging the damn thing to turn on already.

-"Jean? Are you okay?"- Marco called again, now suspicious. I heard footsteps and it made my heart throb faster.

-"Shit, shit..."- I cursed, tapping my foot nervously against the floor as I clicked Chrome to delete my history without letting it load up and because of that, it was slow. I kept cursing until the 'clear history' button popped up and I quickly clicked on it. Holy shit, hurry up! I can't spoil the surprise!

-"Um, Jean? What're you doing?"- Marco asked, entering the room. The history was deleted and I quickly closed the web and turned off the PC.

-"Oh, uh... just turning this off,"- I said, clearing my throat and scooting out of the room, -"Shall we eat lunch?"

Marco just nodded and followed me downstairs. We took our plates of rice and meat and sat to eat. The first bite I took off the meat, I started making faces of joy. Man, it's so juicy and spongy and delicious. Like I said, Marco's cooking's amazing.

Marco always loved to see me all giddy up due to his cooking. He always had something to say about it but lunch today was... quiet, he was quiet and kind of lackluster. I tried to bring up a conversation about the stupidest thing I could come up with but he just nodded or muttered 'mjum'. When he finished eating, he stood up and dumped his residue, -"Want water or coke?"- He asked.

-"I'll take when I finish, don't worry."- I said, mouth full.

-"Alright."- He replied and turned to wash the dishes.

-"Hey, babe, leave 'em there,"- I quickly said after swallowing a chunk of meat, -"It's my turn, remember? Besides, you cooked so... just leave it to me, okay?"

-"Oh, okay."- He sighed and dried his hands on his shirt.

I was done with my plate and dropped it in the sink, -"Hey, it was really good. You're the best cook, babe,"- I pecked his cheek, -"Thanks for that delicious lunch."

He gave me a small smile, -"Thanks and you're welcome. I'm glad you liked it,"- He sighed and looked away, -"I'll... be upstairs."- And with that he left.

I sighed and turned towards the sink to wash the dishes. He's kind of blue and it's because of me, of what we talked. I'm serious, it made me wanna propose right now. I don't know how long I can keep this up.

After I finished washing the dishes, I went upstairs to check up on Marco and saw him laying on our bed, taking a nap or... I'm not sure. I wanted to say something but I kept my mouth shut and decided to leave him alone for a while. I turned to the study room and kept searching for... wedding stuff. I saw articles of the best weddings and I sighed. They were so... complex and extravagant. I wondered about the amount of money spent and it made my stomach churn a bit. I started wondering how ours will be. I'm not up for this stuff. I'm not that romantic, I don't know how to be all... you know, like those people on the internet, but I love Marco and I'm gonna marry him one way or another.

I then searched for rings again but I couldn't find another one better than the one I already had my eyes on. The place where it was being sold is called Equality and it's located in Sina. I just hope nobody buys it before Sunday. After a few hours of just researching about weddings, learning everything I could about it, I went to the bathroom and took a warm bath before going to sleep. Marco was quiet and I just gave him a peck on his cheeks before I closed my eyes. No sex tonight, huh. I's not like we have to but... we've had sex almost everyday and yeah, I'm used to it but I'm never going to force Marco into it. I just closed my eyes and slept.

~ o ~

The next day was just another normal day within base. Even though it was Saturday, I had to work while Marco stayed home studying for an exam he had on Monday. When I got home around 6 o' clock, Marco came running at me from upstairs the second he heard the door opening, and I was really happy to see him not blue like yesterday. I hugged him tightly before he parted from me and gave me warm kiss on my lips. I returned it, still holding him tightly. He parted from me and nodded towards the kitchen, -"I made dinner for you. It's in the microwave."

-"Thanks,"- I said, giving him another peck on his lips, -"I'm starving,"- I took off my military coat and hooked it on the floor hanger. I sauntered towards the kitchen, pulled out a plate of mashed potato and smoked cutlet from the microwave and sat, -"So, you ready to ace that exam?"

Marco smiled and shrugged, -"Well, I studied a lot."

I smiled, his solemnity and humility always warming me up, -"C'mon, babe, give yourself some credit. If you know you're gonna ace it, say it without shame."- He had his black, nerdy squared glasses that made him cuter and it made me wanna shower him in kisses.

He chuckled as he sat in front of me, -"Yes, Jean, I'm going to 'ace' it."

-"That's more like it."- I said and winked at him, munching down the juicy meat.

-"And you?"- He asked, gazing at me loving. He's in a good mood today..., -"How was work today?"

I swallowed and parted my lips, -"It was good. I did a lot of exercise and trained too, learned a few cool moves while I was at it."

-"That's good, Jean."- Marco cheered but I knew he wanted to talk about something else.

-"Marco, you think I don't know you?"- I asked, pointing my fork at him, -"You want to talk to me about something else, don't you?"

Marco gasped lowly, his cheeks flushed as his eyes widened a bit. He gazed down and nodded slowly, bashfully, -"Yes, but... later? After you finish eating and when we... um, go to sleep?"

I chuckled and shrugged, -"I dunno, babe. You're the one who wants talk. You tell me,"- I shoved another chunk of meat into my mouth, -"You can talk now, I don't mind."

He shook his head, -"Nu-uh, when we go to sleep."

-"As you wish, freckles."- After eating my whole plate, I stood up and started to wash the dishes until Marco stopped me by my arm.

-"I'll wash them, Jean. It's my turn. You just arrived."- He said, insisting and pushing me away from the sink.

-"Okay, okay!"- I laughed and pointed upstairs, -"I'll take a bath and... wait for you in our room."

Marco just nodded and turned to the sink.

I sauntered upstairs and took a bath. As I scrubbed my body, I kept wondering about what Marco wanted us to talk about. Once I finished, I dried my hair, washed my teeth and sauntered out, shirtless with just my underwear. When I walked in our room, I saw Marco sitting on our bed, in his Superman pajama, waiting for me, -"Oh, you're here already,"- I said and sat beside him, -"Is everything okay?"

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, -"Jean, I... wanted to apologize for yesterday. I was acting like a little kid, wasn't I?"- He sat crossed legged and faced me. He took my hands and squeezed them, -"You know I've been giving you indirect talks about m-marriage but I... I wasn't really giving you a choice and you have the right to choose. I know you don't want to and that's... that's okay. I respect your decision and I have to understand it and come to terms with it. I mean, it wouldn't be okay for us to be married when you really didn't want to..."

Marco...

-"I'm really sorry, Jean. I acted like a kid when you really weren't at fault. So... do you forgive me?"- He asked, looking straight at my eyes for an answer.

I smiled and nodded, -"Of course I forgive you, silly."- I leaned close to him and hugged him.

-"I'm so relieved, Jean...,"- He parted from me and kissed my lips passionately. We kept kissing until Marco pulled me down with him on the bed, -"Should we... get the condoms...?"

I panted, -"We... don't have do it, you know. We can just snuggle and relax for the night."- Even though I wanted to do it...

Marco chuckled and nodded. We did snuggled... for a while, though. We ended up doing it, twice to fill up for yesterday.

~ o ~

-"Hey, sunshine,"- I whispered to the snoozing, cute figure on bed, kissing his cheek, -"I made breakfast. It's in the microwave."

Marco rolled over, exposing his naked torso to me, -"Mhhm... kay..."- He mumbled.

-"I'm going to the supermarket. You want something sweet?"- I asked, nuzzling his hair, -"Brownies? Ice cream?"

My boyfriend just nodded, drowsy.

-"Both?"- I said, a simper on my face.

He nodded again, yawning.

-"Alright. I'll be back soon."- I said and began to step away from the bed.

-"Wait... Jean..."- I turned around at his call and saw him sitting up, pursing his lips.

I chuckled, scooted towards him and kissed his lips. After closing the door, I headed out and mounted my car. During the ride, I met up with Nick, Dad and Celine and mounted her car, leaving mines at the supermarket, -"So, you know where this store is located, Nicky?"- I asked, happy to see said man after so long. He's been working a lot too, like my Dad. I see Dad a lot in Sina, though. Nicky's HQ is located in Trost.

-"Yes, I... have a general idea."- He chuckled, eyes on the road. I asked him to be the driver since he had patrolled the area several times. I asked Celine to come with us because... well, she's Marco's mom and I asked Dad to come because... he's my dad.

-"What is it called, again?"- Celine asked, looking back at me. She's in the passenger's seat beside Nick.

-"Equality."- I replied, arms crossed behind my head.

-"I think it's a small shop, not too shabby nor too complex, dedicated solely for cliques like you,"- Nick spoke, looking back at me after stopping at a red light. He smiled, -"Nervous?"

I was jolting one leg up and down and nibbling my nails, -"A little."

Dad placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it, -"Relax, son. It's going to be alright."

I smiled at him, yeah, Jean, you're just buying the ring. Geez.

-"I believe we're here."- Announced Nick and sure enough, it wasn't hard to miss with all those rainbow flags around and the bright rainbow letter labeling 'Equality', all in caps. It was in a small plaza with several other shops. No cars could enter so none of the shops had parking slots so we had to park outside of the plaza and walk.

While Nick looked for a good slot to park, I mocked him, -"Hey, Nicky, why don't you park over that sidewalk with the yellow line? I'm sure the cops won't mind."- I teased, a grin up my face.

Nick looked back at me with a serious face. I snorted but then he turned around and searched for something in his pockets. I then heard him scribbling something.

-"Wait, you brought that?"- I burst in laughter, wrapping an arm around my abdomen, -"You're serious!"

-"Yup."- He said and turned to me again, pressing one of those tickets cops pinched on cars on my chest. I read 1,000 for being a jackass and laughed out loud again.

He found a good spot to park and as he straightened the car, I snatched the pen from him and wrote 1,000 for being a hardass on the ticket's back and pressed it on his chest. We dismounted the car and I heard him laugh at the ticket before dumping it.

We entered the store and it became really obvious these guys supports gays like me with all the stuff they had. They had LGBT supporting shirts, shoes and accessories hanging on walls and shelves. In the middle of it all were the rings in large crystal cases forming a circle. The man in the center of it, whose face I couldn't see because his back was facing me, is the one in charge of the rings... I think.

-"Welcome!"- Suddenly, a very chirpy and young woman stepped in front us, startling my dad a bit, -"Are you all gay?"- She suddenly asked and Celine and Dad flushed -hell, even Nick! He even looked away!

I scratched my neck and cleared my throat, -"N-no, I am."

-"Oh, well, I want you to know that in here, no one will jeer you of your sexual preference or of anything else. If someone does, you just let me know and I'll make them walk out right were they came from."- She spoke sweetly but I recognize a serious and rough person when I see one. And her smile? God. It spells 'I will kick whoever mocks you where the sun doesn't light them up'. She's easily the muscle in this score, the me.

I chuckled, -"Thanks, I... I appreciate that."- It's good to be in a place where people actually respects you for who you are.

-"You're welcome,"- She smiled, this time more sweetly, -"So, what can I help you with?"

-"I'm, uh... looking for wedding rings."- I said, nervously. I couldn't believe I'm here.

-"Getting married, huh?"- She snickered and pointed to the guy I was looking at earlier, the one in the middle of the crystal cases, -"Then that guy over there can set you up."

-"Thanks."- I said and walked straight to the guy... who wouldn't stop gossiping with his feminine coworker, the one on the cash register.

-"And then I was like 'no way, you can't be serious' and he was like 'yes way, babe' and then we had sex like... the dangerous type of sex and...,"- He kept prattling until his friend noticed me and with her eyes, she let the loudmouth know that he had a client, -"What is it? A client?"- He muttered and she nodded, -"Shit...,"- He cursed and turned slowly, clearing his throat, -"Um, welcome to Equality, how ma- oh my God, Jean!?"- He suddenly shouted, hands on his mouth.

And it took me a while to figure out who the man before me was, -"Rubert!?"- I certainty was not expecting him here -or anywhere. In fact, I wasn't expecting to see him ever again. I didn't even recognized him for a few seconds. I mean, he changed, he looks different: he has a new hairstyle, a new color of contact lenses and he looks... more toned. Not like me but... more toned than when I met him in the hospital, -"What're you doing here?"- What a stupid question.

-"What do you think?"- He laughed, -"I work here!"

My eyes widened in comprehension as my mind rummaged trough my memories of my times in Trost's hospital. I remember he worked there but he was unhappy and often sneaked away from it. What he did enjoyed, however, was hanging around with us and, to my distaste, flirt with us -specially with Marco. He had a sweet eye for my boyfriend and I remember getting really mad at him for that. He's gay and he was really desperate to shag off with a man and we happened to be there at that time. I started wondering if he finally found someone; his latter conversation with his friend suggested so, -"So you finally dropped out of the hospital, huh?"

-"Yeah, I was done with that job,"- With his hand he gestured around the shop, -"I have a few friends who worked here and they offered me the job. These guys are cool, they don't mind who you really are and they don't judge you by your sexual preference. I'm happy here."- With that smile, I don't doubt him.

I sighed and grunted to myself. Just try to be nice, Jean, -"I'm, uh... I'm glad for you."

-"Thanks,"- He said and didn't even bothered to conceal his lewd eyes from ogling me, -"Damn, Jean, you look... fine,"- The pervert was even nibbling his lips, -"... really fine."

I rolled my eyes and gaped my mouth but he spoke again.

-"Your boyfriend must be having the time of his life,"- He then clapped his hands, remembering Marco, -"How is that cutie boyfriends of yours, by the way?"

-"He's alright, Rubert,"- Shut up and just do your damn work, I muttered mentally but ended up saying something else, -"And I see you're still desperately hitting on random guys. You haven't found a boyfriend yet?"- I asked, giggling to myself. I admit, it brought me joy to know that he still hasn't found someone to fuck with.

-"As I matter of fact, I did,"- Bummer, -"I'm dating this one guy I met in the night club that totally fits my taste,"- He suddenly looked behind me and pointed at someone, -"By the way, is that a friend of yours? Hot damn."- Oh no, that pervy face he's making...

I followed his arm and saw Nick behind me, confused. I quickly stood in the middle of Rubert's eyesight, -"Oh no, you pervert. He's way out your league."- This fucking guy hasn't changed one bit.

-"Ah, come on, Jean-"

-"Don't you have something else to do?"- I said, literally pissed at him now.

-"Oh, right, you're here to buy something?"

-"Yeah, I'm looking for a specific ring..."- I said, walking around the cases, looking for the ring I found on the internet.

-"Whoa, a ring?"- Rubert exclaimed out loud, -"Are you getting married, Jean?"

-"Why do you think I'm here looking at all these wedding rings?"

-"Oh my God, you're marrying Marco,"- He said, sighing and resting on the counter he had in there, -"I'm so jealous right now."

-"Look, can you just help me out?"- Isn't that what he's supposed to do? -"I'm looking for this stainless steel ring that has colorful stones, resembling the LGBT community. I saw it on your webpage."

-"Oh, I know which one you're talking about,"- He walked to the other end of the crystal cases and poked one, -"Here it is."

I walked over to the case and gesture Celine, Dad and Nick to come. They told me that the decision was mine to make and that they'll support me no matter what I choose but still, I wanted their opinions, -"Jean... it's beautiful."- Commented Celine, a hand on the case.

I heard Nick chuckling, -"I think it suits him."

I nodded, -"I thought the same thing,"- I turned to Dad, -"What do you think, Dad?"- I asked.

-"It's really beautiful indeed,"- He admitted too and placed a hand on my shoulder, -"Is this the one you really want?"

-"Yeah, I've had my eye on that one for weeks,"- I smiled warmly and the more I stared at the ring, I started seeing Marco's tender finger with it and it really looks good on him. I actually can't wait to see it on him, -"I've looked at a ton of rings on the internet and this one really screams Marco."

They chuckled and parted a bit from the case, -"So, you gonna buy it?"- Rubert asked.

I nodded, firm on my decision, -"Yeah, this is the one."

-"And who's paying?"- Rubert asked but the question was directed to Celine, Nick and Dad.

-"I'm paying."- I said, bringing out my wallet and pulling my credit card out of it.

-"What?"- Rubert somehow couldn't believe that, his eyes a bit wide. He sanitized his hand, opened a cabinet from the case the ring was in and pulled out a white case, -"It's 300 bucks, Jean. You really have the money for it?"

-"Yeah, I have it. I've been saving up for it."

-"Holy shit, are you working or something?"- He inquired, still incredulous.

I rolled my eyes. Why is it so hard for him to believe this? -"Yeah, I'm with the Army."

-"Damn,"- He exclaimed and bit his lips in that pervy way of his, -"No wonder you look so hot,"- I glared at him but he ignored it as he dropped the ring's case on a small bag, -"I'm so jealous of you, Jean. You're marrying with the cutest guy ever and you're in the Army? You have the life!"

-"Can you just...,"- Shut up already, you annoying fuck, -"... give me the ring already so I can pay for it?"

-"Sure, whatever,"- He made a face while handing me the bag, -"Just trying to converse, geez."

I just took the bag and sauntered towards the paying area. There were like two couples before me in line, one was a gay couple and the other one was a lesbian couple. I realized they bought rings too but they bought it together. Should I have brought Marco with me? Maybe then he would have chosen his own ring and would he have chosen this one? I dunno, shouldn't it be a surprise? I definitely want it to be a surprise. I want to blow Marco's mind.

I felt someone's hand on my shoulder and when I looked back, I saw Celine smiling tenderly at me, -"Everyone has their own way and idea of making marriage happen and you have yours."

-"So, you think surprising him is cool? You think he'll like it?"- I asked.

-"He'll love it, Jean."- She said, with certainty.

-"He spoke to you about it too, about marrying me?"

She smiled broadly. She's happy. She's really happy for both of us, -"You have no idea."

I laughed and just pictured Marco driving his mom crazy with the topic -well, not crazy. It actually made Celine very happy.

My turn was next to pay up and I slid my credit card trough the debit machine and typed my PIN (it was the date when Marco and I became boyfriends, by the way). When the machine clicked and charged me, the lady gave me the colorful bag with the ring, -"Have a nice day and congratulations!"- She said, a smile on her face.

I took the bag and turned to leave, -"Thanks."

-"Good luck on your wedding, Jean!"- Rubert shouted, waving one arm up, and snickering, -"I hope it all goes well!"

I furrowed my brows. It sounded like he didn't hoped it goes well at all. I decided to ignore him as I mounted Celine's car and rode off. During the ride, I couldn't stop looking at the ring. I just couldn't. I kept thinking about Marco and his reaction, I kept thinking of his soft hand with it and...

-"So, you got the ring and all that's left is the proposal,"- Spoke Nick, looking at me through the mirror, -"How are you going to propose, by the way?"

My eyes shot open from my daydream. P-propose?

Yeah, Jean, you know, the "will you marry me?" moment.

Holy shit, I haven't thought about that! -"I... I don't know,"- I said, now genuinely nervous, -"I-I haven't thought about it."

Celine chuckled and looked over her shoulder at me, -"It's okay, Jean. You got all the time you need."

-"Exactly, son,"- Dad said, -"Marriage is not something you can rush. Take your time."

-"O-okay,"- I said but my nervousness was taking the better of me. I don't know how to propose! I mean, I've never proposed to anyone and I have no idea how to do it, -"Um... how do you guys think I should propose?"

Dad was the first one to speak, -"It has to be romantic, of course, but use your imagination. It can be done in a lot of different ways, son."

-"Your father's right,"- Said Celine, now thoughtful. She was probably thinking when Victor proposed to her, -"But don't try too hard to make it unique. Otherwise, you won't end up enjoying it much. Just do it your own way."

-"And don't spend hours searching proposals on the internet, Jean. People on the webs these days tend to overdo it,"- Suggested Nick, smiling at me through the mirror, -"Make it in a way in which you will both feel comfortable and certain that you'll enjoy it."

-"Right, gotcha,"- I replied, feeling a bit better by what they all said. See? That's why I wanted to bring them with me. I then began to wonder about Celine's proposal, -"I'm wondering, Celine, how was your proposal?"

She wasn't expecting the question and by impulsive, she looked at Nick, as if telling him to answer for her. Said man looked at her too and things got awkward. Celine has fully accepted that Nick was her husband's reincarnation. They've gotten out a bunch of times and he somehow demonstrated her that he really is reincarnated. Me? I'm still spooked by that fact. Nick's finally happy, though, and I'm happy for them.

Still, a question like that...

Nick spoke after a few minutes of silence and said something that kind of spooked me, -"Let me see... it was during your college graduation and I asked you if you would marry me when you were called to the scaffold. I remember you were very astounded and you cried a lot but you said yes nonetheless."

Celine gasped and covered her mouth. That amazed her about him, his easiness to remember this type of thing, but it spooks me. She looked at him fondly and he looked back at her just the same. It's taking time but I know something's cooking between these two and it really made me happy. I'm just worried about Dad, he still has the lovey-dovey eyes for her, and I hope she doesn't completely deject him.

-"Well, Marco's graduation is not happening soon."- I said, interrupting their little moment there.

-"Relax, son. You're gonna do fine."- Dad comforted me.

Yeah, I'll do fine. Just gotta think how to propose, take my time while keeping the ring hidden from Marco's perceptive eyes and cleverness. No pressure.

Nick dropped me on the supermarket, where my car was, -"Thanks for coming, all of you."- I said.

-"No problem, Jean. Just ask us if you need anything else."- Said Celine, now switching to the driver's seat.

-"Thanks a bunch,"- I said and waved them goodbye, -"Bye, Dad."

-"Take care, son."

They left and I returned to my car until I remember that I told Marco that I was going to the supermarket this morning. If I don't return with any groceries, he'll get all suspicious of me. Dad gave me 40 bucks to buy what I needed but I mostly ended up buying sweets for Marco, like vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, cinnamon rolls and whatever sweet I got my hands on. I payed with cash and mounted the grocery on my car's trunk. I looked at my hand watch and winced a bit at the time. It's late. Marco's gonna get suspicious, considering the supermarket's not far. I returned home and dropped the bags on the table, -"I'm home!"- I shouted and peered upstairs. Weird. Marco hasn't even shown his face. He must be pissed.

I took a glass of cold water and started walking towards the stairs.

-"What took you so long, Jean?"- He suddenly spoke from upstairs, startling me and making me drop my glass of water.

-"Ah, shit."- I cursed and quickly reached for the mop to clean it up.

-"I'm so sorry!"- Marco quickly apologized, rushed downstairs and brought me another glass, -"I didn't mean to scare you."

-"It's okay, babe,"- I said, drinking down the cold water, -"Wanna help me with the grocery?"- I quickly said and scooted towards the table before he could inquire me about something else.

-"Wait, I..."

-"C'mon, these stuff are not gonna retain themselves."- I insisted and just hoped he forgets about it.

We retained everything where it belongs and I quickly began to scoot upstairs until Marco stopped me, -"Wait, Jean...,"- He said, squeezing my hand, -"I... I don't want to be that sort of buggy boyfriend but what took you so long? I mean, you left early and it's late now..."

Yeah, I left around 10 o' clock, while Marco still slept, and the time right now is 3:30. The ring shopping took a lot more time than I expected, even though I knew which ring to pick beforehand, -"Yeah, I'm sorry, um... supermarket was full and I, uh... went to grab a drink."- I suck so bad at this. I can't lie to Marco. I stutter a lot and tend to look away. It's because I don't like it. I don't like lying to him.

-"Jean...,"- And he gave me this one worried look he always gives me when I lie on his face. I just looked away and bit my mouth shut. I expected him to say something else, like demand the truth from me but he just... hugged me tightly. It's like he knew I had a reason to lie but he didn't knew which, -"I was worried, you know..."

I hugged him back, just as tightly, -"I'm sorry..."

-"It's okay,"- He said and gazed up at me, -"I made dinner. Can you eat while we watch a movie?"

-"'Course, babe."- I said and picked my plate up, filled with steak salad and buttered bread. We sat and watched animated movies for the rest of the evening.

Around 8 pm, Marco was snoozing peacefully on my shoulder, snoring silently. He looked really cute, his freckled cheek lumping against my shoulder. After turning the TV off, I poked that lump often and enjoyed feeling his soft skin with the tip of my finger. I chuckled and reached for his free hand (the other one was intertwined with mines), rubbing his ring finger. Again, I visualized the ring I bought for him there and I felt a warm sensation bubbling up in me.

-"Mhmm... Jean..."- Marco mumbled, his lips and tongue wetting my sleeve.

-"Hey, sleepy head,"- I said, smiling while pinching the lump of his cheek, -"Keep snoozing like that. I was marveling your cute face."

-"Jean..."- He babbled again, raking his hand up my tight while looking at me enticingly, his cheeks flushed, and pursing his glossy lips a bit. I gazed down a bit and noticed he was growing hard.

I snickered and grazed my lips against his playfully, running my hand close to his crotch, -"Had a wet dream, babe?"- I whispered, -"Was it good?"

Marco nodded, kissing my jaw and trailing his sodden tongue across it, -"But... I didn't saw the end of it..."- The tickling feeling, his tempting look, his smooth voice and lips made me excited, turning me on. We kissed and shared drool, tangling our tongues and licking our lips off.

-"Should we... finish the dream on bed?"- I spoke, a bit breathless.

Marco just nodded and I stood up, all erect, and carried him upstairs, still kissing him. Once we reached our room, I pushed him to our bed and smashed my lips with his again. Marco crawled his hand up my back and pulled my shirt off. He tossed it aside and quickly started fondling my abdomen thoroughly with both his hands. His touch fueled my elation and I started kissing his neck madly, sucking on it harshly and licking it, tasting it, leaving deep purple blots on his skin. Marco moaned and vibrated beneath me as he undid my pants a bit desperately.

I grinned and snickered, -"Damn, Marco, what was in that wet dream of yours?"

He just moaned as he dug out my already erect cock from my underwear, his cheeks blushed and his ears red, puffing hot breaths as he took hold of it and pressed it.

My cheeks flushed next as my whole body shook by his hold, -"M-Marco..."- My hand raked down his abdomen and clung on his pant, unbuttoning it and pulling down his underwear, letting his stiff cock loose. I gripped his too and when I started to jerk it off, he jerked mines too. We masturbated, fastening our grip and moaning out loud at the closing orgasm.

-"Jean...,"- Marco moaned, wheezing raggedly. We dripped cum, boosting our hands, until we both ejaculated, splattering jizz against each other. We both exhaled and panted before we started kissing again... until Marco suddenly rolled over and exposed his butthole for me, -"Jean... please..."- He breathed out, gazing at me with this one lustful and pleading look that always ignites a spark in me.

I grinned and launched my body against him, shoving my dick in his anus and making love with him for the rest of the night.

~ o ~

How the fuck am I going to propose to Marco?

I kept pacing around the house, trying to get an idea. First off, I want it to be here, in our cozy home we both love to be in, where we both feel comfortable. I know public proposals are cool and all but... my boyfriend's not fond of public areas so that's a no go. Second... I don't know. I'm not very creative, I don't cook and I'm not the romantic and erotic type of guy. I searched the internet for ideas but none of them stroke me as adequate for Marco.

I sighed and breathed deeply. I need to calm down. I can't go to work all stressed out. The idea will come when it comes. I can't rush it. I decided to take a relaxing bath in our Jacuzzi at 5 am to clear my mind and while I washed myself, my mind kind of... opened up. What if I propose right here, in our Jacuzzi? What if I fill the water with some kind of bath cosmetic that smells sweet, like vanilla? What if I make like a coat of roses floating on the water and among those roses, I can hide the ring or...

My lips were contorting into a smile as I thought more about the idea. It's not shabby nor too ridiculous. I think it's just perfect. I like it. I really do. Marco and I both enjoy taking baths together in our Jacuzzi and we're home, the most comfortable place we'll ever be in. To make it more romantic, I'd have to clean up the house and buy stuff to add that steamy mood.

I heard my hand-clock ringing, indicating me that my work starts soon. I rose from the bath and dried myself. I dressed up with my military uniform after washing my teeth and combing my hair; the camouflage, sleeved coat and the combat boots. I sauntered towards the bedroom quietly to pick up my cap from the dresser. Marco was still sleeping so I tried to make as little noise as I could while hogging the mirror.

-"You look good, Jean."

I looked over my shoulder and saw Marco gazing me, still resting his head on the pillow. Yeah, I look damn good. Since the military physical training's top shit, I managed to grow some butt -still not like Marco's sweet ass, though, -"Hey, freckles,"- I said as I sauntered towards him and sat on the bed and caressed his hair, -"I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

He shook his head, -"I always wake up when I don't feel you next to me."

My chest warmed up at that, -"Why are you so damn sweet, huh?"- I said, leaning close to him to give him sweet kiss on his lips, -"I gotta go to work, hun. You're gonna nail that exam, I just know it. I have every confidence in you."

Marco smiled tenderly, -"Thanks... Jean. Have a good day."

I winked at him and walked out. Man, I'm so gonna miss him today too.

As you probably guessed, I had trouble focusing while working, at first. I kept thinking about my proposal idea and it was fucking up my aim during the artillery training. In the Army, though, that was unacceptable so I held those giddy thoughts aside for the rest of the day. When I returned home, head aching, I slumped on bed and groaned on the pillow.

I heard the study room opening and that soothing music Marco always plays on Pandora reached my ears, -"Jean? Are you home?"

-"Yessh."- I babbled against the pillow but I don't think he heard me.

-"Are you here?"- He asked, entering the room, -"Jean, are you okay?"

I felt the bed wiggle and a tender hand on my back. I hoisted my body up and sat, facing Marco who was sitting before me, -"Yeah, I'm just a bit tired. My head aches."

-"I'll go get some pain killer for you."- He quickly said, standing up.

I stopped him, though, pulling him back down on the bed by his arm, -"Hey, hold on a sec, freckles,"- I simpered, warmed by his eagerness to make me feel better, -"Where's my kiss?"

He smiled too as he kissed my lips lovingly. I held his face and rubbed his cheeks with my thumb, feeling something smudgy and greasy. I opened my eyes a bit and saw paint splotched on his cheek. I parted from him and snickered, -"You've been painting, you playful cutie."

Marco laughed, -"Yeah, but it kind of got messy."

-"Can I see it?"

-"Sure, come on."- He took my hand and led me towards his study room. Once there, I laid on the single bed and watched Marco paint with his fingers, something I always love to do. Not only I'm watching him doing something he likes, something that makes him happy, I'm also watching that perfect rounded ass of his. From here, man, I had the best view. He had his artistic black apron tied to his back that kinda made his butt stand out more. I was licking my lips as he painted a sunflower again with his fingers and it was looking really good. Suddenly, I had an idea and scolded myself mentally for not thinking about it earlier: instead of roses, why not sunflowers? Marco likes 'em.

I simpered like a fool in love as my eyes began to close by themselves; the soothing instrumental music, the vanilla and the paint smell and the relaxing and atmosphere was making me dozy, -"Hey, Jean, what do you think? Does it look good? Um, Jean?"- Marco spoke and turned around. He chuckled when he saw me all dozy, with my eyes halfway closed and my mouth gaped, -"You're falling asleep, hm?"- He said and started rubbing my jaw with his smooth, tainted fingers.

-"Yea..."- I mumbled, yawning and relaxing on his hand, more drowsy now by his touch.

-"Sleep, Jean. I'll take care of you."- He whispered, looking down at me lovingly, now rubbing the area behind my ear and making my eyes shut down completely.

~ o ~

At 5 in the morning, I found myself in bed and undressed. I smiled and gazed at the spot beside me, finding Marco snoozing peacefully. I kissed his cheek, -"Thanks, love."- I whispered and stood up to prepare myself for the day.

I got a good idea of how to propose to Marco but all I needed is the perfect day. When I got home and he told me, -"Jean, I need to go to college this Saturday to start a group project,"- I knew that it was my only change, -"Can you... go with me?"- He added and it made my heart ache.

-"Shit, I'm... I'm sorry, Marco, but I was planning on going to the gym to practice the new training regimen I got from the boss."- I lied and I hated it.

Specially because of the let-down face he made, -"Oh, okay... I understand."

-"I'm really sorry, but when you get back, we can take a hot bath in the Jacuzzi and kiss all we want."- I said and hey, it wasn't an entire lie. When you come back, you're gonna get the mother of all surprises, baby. I'll blow your mind.

He smiled now, -"Okay."

-"It's a deal."- I said.

And so that Saturday, after he left, I started the cleaning the house like I've never cleaned any house before -and it's because this one special above any other, it's ours. I payed special care to the bathroom upstairs. I scrubbed the Jacuzzi and cleaned everything, making sure there were absolutely no dirty stains whatsoever. Once finished, I dressed up casually and headed towards the mall within the base, ignoring my tiredness. I entered Bath & Body Works, a bath cosmetics retail store and bought a vanilla scented bubble gel and cinnamon fragrant bath oil. Marco loves those. I then bought several candles (one of them smelled like cocoa, which will be in the bathroom -Marco loves that too) and a nice silver tray to place them on. I then rode out of base to Sina's Garden, where they sell flowers and whatnot. There, I bought sunflowers like crazy and I felt a bit guilty having to rip them off the earth.

I got home with all the bags -and the ring- hooked on my arms. I dropped them on the table and stretched, feeling my arms sore. My stomach grumbled so I grabbed a quick meal from the fridge and sat down to rest for a bit. Man, I'm tired. Cleaning is tiring. It's more tiring than doing workout. I dunno how Marco does it. He's the one that cleans the most between us.

I shoved my hand in the bag of chips when my phone rang. I licked my fingers before digging it out of my pocket. I tapped the screen and saw that I got a message from Marco: I'm almost done. The jacuzzi better be ready, Jean ;D

Shit, I cursed and replied: oh it will bby ;) count on it

Rushed, I ate the last chips and dumped the bag in the trash before unpacking everything I bought and heading upstairs. I breathed once I entered the bathroom, well, I better get started. Believe it or not, I cleaned the bathroom again before I began decorating it. The first thing I did was turning on the jacuzzi and let it fill with warm water. As I waited for it to cram up, I placed the candles on the silver tray and lit them up. I then placed the tray on the corner of the jacuzzi and tested the water. It was warm already so I opened the vanilla bubble gel and the cinnamon oil and poured them in the water. While I waited for the cosmetics to make effect, I took the sunflowers and tugged the petals out, dropping them on the water and letting them float. I also dropped a few on the floor, on the sink and then took several whole sunflowers (without their stem) and let them float on the water. In a white, ceramic vase, I dropped a few of them (with their stem) and placed the vase on the sink. I gazed at the water and saw it bubbling up already, making the petals swirl around. I headed downstairs and had the idea of making a trail of sunflower petals on the floor, leading to the bathroom. That took most of the sunflowers, sadly, and I used the rest to decorate around the kitchen and the bedroom, dropping petals on the bed in case sex in the jacuzzi isn't enough.

I returned to the bathroom and inhaled the sweet aroma. It smells like ice cream and it feels as if I'm in an ice cream with chocolate syrup and cinnamon sprinkled on top. Oh man, Marco's gonna love it. I can't wait for him to get here. I wallowed over the scenery. Yeah, it looks romantic and it feels romantic too. I think I did a pretty good job, despite not being that type of guy. Besides, whatever idea I came up with, Marco's gonna be grateful. That's just how he is. Still, I wanna make it special and romantic and make him feel like he's in another world.

I was making final preparations, like lighting candles in our room and kitchen, cleaning a bit more, placing condoms near the jacuzzi, just in case he wants to use em', and playing instrumental music he likes so much until I heard a car stop by. I peeked through the window and saw Nick in his police car dropping Marco. Nicky had a smile on his face, like he was happy to have gotten the time to take Marco to college and return him home, like he was happy to have spent time with him, even if it was just for a short period. Marco looked happy too and-

Whoa, whoa, hold on! Don't you have something to do?

Hasty, I turned off all the light from downstairs, took the ring case and rushed upstairs. I turned off the lights there too and entered the bathroom. I took a sunflower from the vase and since it had like a small hole in the middle, I hid the ring there and placed the flower on the tray with the candles. When I took my clothes off and turned the light off, I dove in the water near the tray so that when the time to propose comes up, I'll have the ring right beside me. I exhaled the second I sat and relaxed my arms on the jacuzzi's borders. I hung my head back and just enjoyed how the bubbly and smooth the water felt on my skin. I should have done this earlier; my tensed muscles loosened and I wasn't as nervous as before. It's amazing. I just want to sink in and never resurface again.

-"Jean?"- I snapped the second I heard Marco's faint call, -"Are you... here?"

I crossed my fingers and hoped he follows the trail. He must be weirded out by the sudden scenery. When I heard close footsteps, I loosened myself and relaxed, diving my naked body in the water.

-"Um, Jean? Why are there sunflower petals on...,"- He peeked inside the bathroom and his jaw dropped, -"... the floor..."

-"Hey, you're back,"- I said, trying to keep my excitement on hold, -"C'mon in. I promised you I'd have the jacuzzi ready and... here it is."

He stepped in and looked around, -"This is... new,"- He commented, a small smile growing on his lips, and locked his eyes on the sunflowers. He caressed them and started sniffling the air, -"What's that aroma? It smells like...,"- He sniffling, sauntering closer to the jacuzzi, -"... like ice cream!"- That latter small smile of his face finally grew up, -"It smells wonderful! I feel like I'm in an ice cream right now!"- He admitted.

I smiled broadly, losing that leash on my excitement bit by bit as I watched his every reaction, -"I know, right? I thought the same thing!"- I chuckled, enjoying this already.

-"The sunflowers are beautiful too,"- He commented and turned to me, -"Jean, you did all this? It's so unlike you."- He said, chuckling and rubbing his blushed cheeks.

-"Yeah, I know,"- I laughed and scratched my neck, -"I just... though we should do something different,"- I patted the water gently, -"You should try the water."

Marco's smile broaden as he nodded, -"Okay!"- He took his off his clothes piece by piece and I bit my lips at his cute yet sexy figure as he took off the rest of his clothes. Once naked, he dove one leg in at a time and exhaled, just like I did. With arms tight on the jacuzzi's border, he descended the rest of his body and exhaled again, -"The water feels so good...,"- He breathed, his cheeks flaring up again, -"What does the water have? It's so refreshing and relaxing -oh, it even has petals too!"

I chuckled and pointed at the stuff I bought, -"I bought several bath cosmetic, like vanilla bubble soak and cinnamon oil."

-"And the sunflowers?"- He asked, prodding a few with his finger.

I nodded, -"Yeah, those too. I bought them at Sina's Garden out of base."

My boyfriend's eyes were tearing up, -"You did all this... for me?"

-"Yeah, because I love you, Marco, and...,"- I breathed deeply, doing my best to keep my nerves in place, -"... I wanna love you even more, every single day we spend together,"- I moved closer to him and intertwined our hands together underneath the surface of the water, -"You and I, we've been trough a lot. We've been thrown a lot of things with the sole reason of bringing us down, of... riping us apart, and they almost succeeded, remember? Yet... here we are, together. We stood by each other and surpassed those difficulties... together,"- My chin began to ache like crazy as my mind went back in time and I couldn't stop myself from blurting everything that came to mind, -"We were just distant friends, at first, and I was a jerk but you... you didn't gave up on me, you changed me and made me a better person. You made me feel special when I only thought of myself as a pile of shit, you made me feel not lonely and you... you shaped my whole life, Marco. I... I wouldn't even be here without you,"- My eyes teared up and I shed a few tears as I allowed all sorts of emotions control my mouth, -"Without realizing, I... I fell in love with you and we became boyfriends after surpassing a lot of obstacles and shit. I... I kept falling over and over, I was a coward, I gave up on myself, but you were there for me, you helped me stand back up and you believed in me, even after the stuff I did to you. We've been together for over four years now, Marco, and I want to be with you for even more, for my whole damn life. I love you, you're more special to me than anyone else, I'd do anything for you and I... I'd give my life for you so that's why I'm asking you...,"- With tears cascading from my eyes, I reached for the sunflower on the silver tray and looked at the ring before handing it to him. I smiled as my lips parted for the next big words, -"... will you marry me?"

Marco was crying too but when he saw the ring on the sunflower, he gasped profoundly and covered his mouth, -"Oh my...,"- He slurred, unable to even form the words due to the shock and happiness, -"... Jean...,"- He sobbed and opened his arms wide as he lashed at me into a tight embrace, -"Yes, oh my God, yes!"

My mouth sides were hurting like a bitch because of the smile on my face as I embraced Marco just as tightly, clinging my hands on his back and pressing him against me. I cried. I kept crying and streaming tears down on his shoulder as he kept repeating 'yes' again and again and every time he said it, my heart throbbed in joy, -"I love you, Marco, so damn much..."

Marco hooked his arms around my neck, -"I love you too, Jean. I... I wouldn't be here without you either... I...,"- Marco was so overwhelmed with happiness that I could feel his crazy heart beats collide with my chest, -"You've saved me... so many times, you risked your life for me and you're always there for me when I need you the most..."

Moved by his words, I leaned close to him and we kissed passionately, like never before. Our lips clashed together like waves against a shore, sharing our warm breaths and saliva. We bit our lips, licked them and sucked on them fervently. While still kissing him, I fondled his smooth back up and down, his skin soft and slick due to the oil, which also boosted my hands. It then traveled southward and my fingers pinched his cute buns, making Marco shiver and moan in pleasure. He was practically gnawing and sucking my skin whole, completely savoring the vanilla and cinnamon scent of my body. I simpered, enjoying his famine and his mouth on my body. It's all part of the plan, -"Jean... you taste so good...,"- He whispered right beside my ear, making my body thrill. It didn't took long for him to arouse me and when he felt my hardness, he suddenly hitched his body over mines, sitting on my lap underneath the water, pushing me gently against the jacuzzi's wall behind me. I started kissing his neck's core, since he was now a bit higher than me, and I felt his tender hands caressing my abdomen, running up and then tangling on my hair, -"And your skin is so soft..."- He slurred, now nibbling my ears.

-"Yeah...,"- I garbled, sucking his neck harshly and still fondling his buns, -"Your's too..."

Marco leap over my erect cock after a while of just touching, -"Jean..."- He moaned as my hard dick sank in his anus.

-"You wanna do it with no condom?"- I asked, worried that it'll hurt him like last time.

He nodded, darting his head back a bit and wheezing as my dick sank deeper.

-"Are you... sure?"- I asked, feeling my throat and my body scorching already from feeling my dick in him.

-"Mjum..."- He breathed and groaned a bit when my shaft plunged in him. Then... he wheezed and puffed in pleasure as he hopped in place with ease (since both of us were soft and oily), making the water slosh out of the jacuzzi.

-"Hey, hey... easy, baby,"- I said, feeling my body burning as my whole dick drove in him, -"You're gonna hurt yourself...,"- Honestly, I was enjoying his impetus a lot. I was enjoying watching his body shudder and twitch each time he dropped his body on me, his cheeks red, his eyes mildly close and his mouth gaped. The way he moaned loudly told me he was taking pleasure in it but I wanted to make him feel better, I wanted him to keep moaning like that, louder and louder. I lent forward a bit and started nibbling his nipple, making him vibrate and moan just like I wanted him to moan, -"Marco... you're doing good..."- I mumbled, watching him hop graciously.

-"Haa... haa...,"- He wheezed, never dropping his pace, -"Jean...!"

I ignored the large amount of water that sloshed out as I felt his cock prod my abdomen. I quickly reached for it and jacked it off, as fast as I could to match his pace. The bathroom filled with our loud moans and puffs of air until we both ejaculated. Marco dropped on me and exhaled, his hot and messy breath dampening my face.

We looked at each other's eyes for a long time, kissing now and then, until Marco suddenly gasped and stood up, -"Oh, Jean, I... I forgot something!"- He stepped out of the jacuzzi, the water drops dripping from his body to the floor, his freckled buns jiggling up and down, -"Um, I'll be right back!"

I chuckled, watching him go all naked, -"Sure, I'm not going anywhere."- Nah, I'm enjoying this bath a lot and I don't plan on getting out anytime soon. I exhaled and dropped my head back onto the jacuzzi's border, resting my arms on it too. God, that was good. I feel so good. I feel like I just did the greatest thing ever. My chest was overflowing with warmth and I feel a great joy fluttering within me. And the sex? Even better! Marco and I have sex almost everyday and we've done it in the jacuzzi before but this one was different. I can truly say that it's the best one so far. It was smooth, relaxing, full of love and just... perfect.

-"I'm back!"- My boyfriend exclaimed, smiling broadly and hiding something behind his back.

-"What is that?"- I asked, pointing at it.

-"Well, it won't the same but...,"- He suddenly knelt and hovered a white, small box before him, -"Wil you marry me... too?"- He chuckled and opened the box, exposing a stainless steel ring just like the one I bought for him but without the diamond in the middle (and the rainbow stones circled the whole ring).

I gasped, just like he did when I showed him his ring, -"Holy shit...,"- I said, mouth wide open. I was not expecting this, -"Since when did you...?"- I asked as everything started to click in place. He had this ring long before I bought mines, before we had those discussions about marriage and that's why my responses disheartened him. He had the ring already.

-"Since... well, a while,"- He chuckled and gazed at me expectantly, still waiting for the answer of his original question, -"You still haven't answered me, Jean."

He obviously knew it but he wanted me to say it nonetheless, -"Yeah, Marco, of course."- I nodded briskly, standing up and stepping out of the bath to give him a sweet kiss on his lips.

Marco chortled and tugged my arm, full of excitement, -"Let's go to bed!"

I laughed and tossed him a towel, -"Alright, alright, let's just dry ourselves first."

Playful, he shook his head and threw the towel away, -"You better catch me first then!"- He said and ran out of the bathroom, naked and happy.

-"Marco, wait!"- I sighed and chortled, dropping my towel. I retained both rings in the white box and sauntered out of the bathroom, placing it on the dresser and turning to a very naughty boyfriend of mines, -"C'mere, you little..."- I mounted our bed, all soaked too and started ticking him.

Marco giggled and laughed at my ticklish touch until I kissed his lips. He hooked his arms around my neck and pulled me closer to him, -"I love you, Jean."

-"I love-"- I replied but he suddenly rolled over me and sprawled my legs open, -"Whoa, h-hold on..."- Is he gonna...

Marco held my legs firmly by my knees, preventing me from closing them even a bit, -"What's the matter?"- He asked, a smirk on his cute and stupid face. He was enjoying watching me all flustered like this.

-"Are you gonna...,"- I gulped, feeling all sweaty and nervous now, -"... f-fuck me?"

-"You don't want to?"- He asked, rubbing his slender and slick finger against my knee, teasing me.

-"I... I dunno..."- I babbled, my cheeks hot and my body shivering.

Yeah. Fuck me, Marco. Fuck me as hard as you can.

Why am I so nervous? I mean, I've always wanted Marco to fuck me just as I've fucked him countless times. It's true, I do prefer being the top instead of the bottom (besides, we don't fight over that) but I've always dreamed about him fucking me. I've always wanted to get a taste of how it feels, a taste of his cock in me. So, really, I don't know why I'm nervous and stuttering like a little kid. Maybe is because not ever, not even once, in our relationship has he fucked me. I've been the one doing the fucking, since Marco's likes it that way. He has fingered my ass several times but that's about it.

-"Well, let me try and we'll see...,"- Marco spoke seductively, running his smooth hands down my sodden tights. I panted, already aroused by his touch, specially when he massaged the end of tights with his thumbs. I moaned as my cock hardened again and I tried to peek at it, hurting my neck a bit. Yup, it was up and hard. Marco smiled alluringly, licked his fingers and hovered them near my anus, -"I'm going to finger you, ok?"

I nodded, trying to steady my breath but when he shoved his index finger in, my head dropped and I lost control of my breath. My whole body heated up and started sweating the second he began to jerk his finger back and forth, making me wheeze and moan in pleasure uncontrollably. My mouth gaped on it's own and drooled as I felt Marco's second finger sinking in. He started jerking those two gently before he parted them and widened my rectum.

-"I'm going in, Jean."- He said, hovering his hips close to mine and rubbing our dicks together.

-"H-huh?"- I garbled, gazing up at him, -"A-already?"- But I was enjoying your fingers...

Stop being such a whiny kid! Man up!

Marco nodded, swaying his body back and forth graciously, grinding our cock's together, and man, it hypnotized me. That move was just... damn, -"D-do it again..."- I asked, eyes on his slender hips while I licked my lips, starting to like it a lot. I have some weird fetishes, I know.

-"Like this?"- He did it again and my chest and groin heated up, making me educe a pleasant moan, -"Can I... go in now?"- He asked after a while of just... "dancing" against my hips like before, his cheeks flushed.

-"Yeah...,"- I babbled, satisfied and composed, not nervous anymore, -"Fuck me, Marco, as hard as you can."

He nodded, -"I'll try."- He lunged his hips against mine, his hands keeping my legs sprawled, and bit by bit, he drove his dick in me.

I yelped, feeling a sudden stroke of pain, -"Whoa, okay! That... that kind of hurt!"- And it hurt admitting it too. Guess my butt's not ready enough.

Marco stopped thrusting it in and gazed at me worriedly, -"Do you want me to stop?"

-"No!"- I shouted, startling him, -"N-no... don't stop..."- Oh no, whatever you do, don't stop or pull out your dick.

-"Okay, okay, it's just...,"- He swayed his hips forward again, struggling to drive his dick any further, -"... your butt... it's so tight."

I panted, my chest going up and down as I gulped and parted my lips, -"Then push harder."- I said, not really thinking about any other solution. My butt's never been fucked and I don't finger myself like he does when I masturbate or have a wet dream.

-"I don't want to hurt you, Jean...,"- He said and then gasped, -"I'll get the lubricant! Can you... wait a bit?"

I shook my head, -"Nu-uh. Just push hard, Marco."- I can't let this delight drop. No way. Besides, I'm a sucker for pain. I can take it. Bring it on.

-"You're so stubborn...,"- Marco muttered and breathed deeply before gripping my knees tighter and expanding my legs even further, -"Okay, here I go..."- He lunged his hips forward again, and with a lot of force, he shoved his dick in.

I cried out at the pain, darting my head back and gripping the sheets around me tightly, -"Argh... shit!"- I cursed aloud, gritting my teeth and closing my eyes. Among the pain, I found a lot pleasure and my penis started pouring smalls drops of cum. Ouf, painful sex is definitely my thing.

Marco kept still, to let the pain subside and allow my butt to get used to his dick. He was panting, sweat drops dripping from his forehead, snaking down his chin and lastly sloshing on my abdomen. I felt something gooey within me and I realized that Marco was also cumming a bit. When he noticed I started to feel better and better, finding delight in this, he spoke, -"I'm going to move now, Jean."- He spoke, his voice rasped.

-"Yeah. Do it,"- I babbled and when Marco started jerking his hips back and forth, I moaned and huffed in great glee, my mouth drooling and dampening our already sodden bed, -"Fuck... Marco...!"- I kept garbling, my voice hoarse and my throat dried, -"...f-faster, Marco...!"

Marco was as excited and aroused as I was as he increased speed, now gripping my hips firmly.

My penis hardened more and bloated and with one hand, I snatched it and rubbed it vigorously, while the other hand gripped and jolted the bed's wet sheets, -"Marco, fuck... I'm... I'm almost there!"

-"Jean!"- Marco moaned aloud as I felt him cum in me, tickling me within and making me ejaculate too. I breathed out in pleasure and threw my head back a bit, loosening my grip on my cock.

Marco's body dropped on me, an arm on each side of me. Breathless, my body got light as I clung to Marco's body, wrapping my arms and legs around his torso, -"Marco... that felt really glorious..."- I whispered to his ear.

-"Are... are you okay?"- He slurred worriedly, holding me tightly.

-"Yeah..."

-"Do you want me to take it out?"

I shook my head, -"Just hold me for the rest of the night."

And so he did, kissing me lovingly.

Just between you and me, I do "penetrating" role better.

~ o ~

-"So, Jean, when are we going to start planning the wedding?"- Marco asked, twirling his ring on his palm.

My eyes snapped open. Shit. I haven't thought about that either, -"Um..."- I mumbled and gazed away but really, that naked leg of his on my torso was impossible not to look at.

-"You didn't thought about it, did you?"- He chuckled, running his finger across my lips seductively, -"Well, I did, when I got your ring."

No surprise there, I though and chuckled to myself. He's that meditative, cautious and organized, -"Though so,"- Ugh, planning a wedding sounds tiring and time consuming, -"So, uh... what you planned?"- I asked, running my fingers through his smooth tight.

-"I want it to be in my favorite church and...,"- He suddenly stopped and gazed at me. Yikes, I thought. A Christian church? Don't those people hate us? It doesn't matter anyways. Hate or no hate, I'll do it in a church if Marco's wants to, -"Of course, that's if you're okay with it and if you want it to be there..."

I smiled tenderly and caressed his cheek with the hand that was fondling his tight. I had my other hand under my head, -"It's cool, babe. I don't mind."

-"Besides, I know the priest and he accepts same-sex marriage. He's a really sweet man."- He added and I could see he's really happy with what he already planned.

-"That's a relief,"- I said, chuckling. I wouldn't be surprised if some other priest tries to exorcise us out of the church. Okay, I exaggerated there. Sorry, -"Who do you plan on inviting, aside from our family, 'course."

-"Well, everyone, right?"- He asked, playing with his fingers on my naked chest, making them "walk", -"Our friends from school, my friends from college and you can even invite yours from work too."

I chortled, -"Sure."- If they even care, to begin with.

-"Do you... like it? The idea, I mean,"- He asked, his finger's reaching my chin and caressing it, -"I know you don't like complicated events..."

-"Yeah, it's cool, and you know I'll go for complicated whatevers for you, Marco."- I said, fully aware he'll dislike it.

-"So you accept only because of me? You don't think about what you'd like?"- He began, hitching himself up a bit, -"I know you, Jean, and I know you wouldn't like to go through the trouble of planning a full wedding. If you'd like, we could elope right here and now. I'm okay with that too."

I sighed and rolled over him, pinning his arms above his head, -"Hey now, don't get all huffy on me, babe,"- I spoke, looking straight at his eyes, -"Listen, Marco, first off, I love you, okay? That's why I think about what you want more. Second, I'm really okay with it; it's a small church, it's cozy, familiar and people we know will be there. It can't get any better than that. Yeah, I'm an ass when it comes to planning that kind of stuff but hey, it's just part of it. I proposed to you in the first place, didn't I? I'm up for it, trust me."

Marco sighed in relief and nodded, -"I understand, I just... I want you to be happy and comfortable with the idea. I love you too, you know? I think about you."

I simpered warmly at that, -"I know, you cute -I mean, stupid bastard."- I leaned down on him and kissed him. We fooled around for the rest of the morning until our stomach's grumbled.

~ o ~

So, yeah, I'm starting to think that eloping was a better idea than planning a full fledged wedding.

I'm just kidding.

I mean, it is tiring but it's nothing I can't handle. For Marco, I'll handle anything. Speaking of him, we haven't gotten any quality time together through these whole weeks, both because of my job and his studies, and the whole wedding preparation. We haven't gotten heavy on our bed either and yeah, it's driving me a bit crazy. Every time we go to bed, we fall asleep because of how tired we both are. Marco has been staying late at night making the invitation himself and choosing the song. We left the ceremony script to Celine and the priest, you know, the more complicated stuff.

Speaking of the priest, Marco, Celine and I went to the church, both to ask permission for the ceremony and so I could meet the priest too. Marco was right, he is a sweet man, he didn't even thought about about giving us his blessing, he just accepted it right away and said that he'd clear his agenda for that day no matter what he had planned. I noticed he was really happy to see Marco after so long and I knew that he was fond of him. I smiled, that's Marco's charm, huh. I'm glad Marco knows someone like him, willing to marry us so eagerly and I'm particularly glad that I met a priest who doesn't mind at all that we're gay, that doesn't mind on marrying a same-sex couple, a priest who understands that gender is not a limitation to be able to love. We need more people like him.

After a few weeks of preparation, Dad and I went to Sina's Mall to buy my suit, you know, to look irresistibly handsome for my boyfriend -or soon to be husband. We've gone to a shit load of clothing stores but I couldn't find that suit for me. Most of them were itchy (specially down below) and tight, like really tight. I could barely move and plus, they're too fancy for me -and the price, holy shit! Dad's buying it... but still! I know I'm supposed to wear something lavish and inviting but I swear, I'm not wearing something that proves uncomfortable for me, -"Be honest, Dad,"- I began, mouth full with a triple, turkey ham sandwich. I swallowed and wiped the ham's juice off my chin, -"My boyfriend's with Celine and Nicky buying his suit and she didn't wanted us all to go together so that I can't see the suit until the wedding."

Dad almost chocked, coughing and slamming his fist against his chest, -"I... I don't know, son,"- He replied, clearing his throat and avoiding my eyes, -"... you don't think she would do that, do you?"

I scoffed and pointed at him with a dental stick, -"You're a bad liar, Dad,"- I jabbed my teeth with the stick, pulling the ham out of the space in between, -"At least I know from who I got my lying "skills" from."

Dad laughed and started cleaning the table once I finished my sandwich, -"Yes, you're right, son. She doesn't want you to see his suit yet -or better yet, she doesn't want you to see him in the suit."

-"Oh, come on, that's not fair!"- I whined, crossing my arms together. I can't see my boyfriend in his sexy tuxedo? What? That's unacceptable! Celine's gonna hear me when we get back.

-"Patience, son,"- Dad said, standing up to dump the trash, -"You're just five days away from your wedding."

-"Yeah, I...,"- I sighed and ran a hand through my hair as that usual ebb of nervousness hit me again, -"... I know."

-"How do you feel about that?"

-"I'm... a bit nervous but also really happy."- I spoke, smiling tenderly at the words.

-"Yes, you are going to marry the one person you love the most, after all,"- He cleaned his hands with the sanitizing hand-wipes and tossed them in the dumpster before patting my shoulder, -"It is unnerving, since it's a very important event but... it's a beautiful and unique moment. When you hear those last words from the priest, you'll feel like the luckiest and happiest person in the world. I promise."

-"Thanks, Dad."

He gestured me to stand up, -"Right. Now, let's continue searching for your suit."

-"Aye', aye',"- I stood up and followed him. We ended up in a store called 'Men's Wearhouse' and when I stepped in, I smelled that fragrance fancy men always wear. It gave me a bit of a headache but it didn't stopped me from wandering the store and checking out the suits. After hours, I finally found one that truly caught my eye. It was a white, casual, but still stylish, buttoned blouse and over it a light brown coat. It came with pants of the same color of the coat and light brown loafers, -"Hey, Dad, I like this one."

-"Hmm, it definitely looks good,"- Dad commented, surveying it, -"I think it'll suit you. You should try it out."

-"Yeah."- I nodded and took the suit, sauntering towards the dressing area. I waited in line and when it was my turn, I headed to the widest room and took off my clothes after hanging the suit on one of the hooks. I stretched myself in front of the mirror before taking the suit. When I turned around to face the mirror and spotted the hoard of scars, I sighed. I started thinking of everything that happened to me and... looking where I am now, with a wedding suit on hand, I smiled at myself. I'm going to get married to the person I love the most...

In the end, all our suffering payed off well.

I suited up and opened the door so that Dad could see me in it, -"Hey, Dad, come check it out."

-"Coming, son!"- He shouted and trotted towards me. He smiled proudly as he observed me from the mirror, -"You look handsome, son."

I nodded at that as I watched how the suit perfectly fits my biceps and triceps, as I turned around to see how well my butts fits in too. Facing the mirror again, I unfastened two of the buttons of the blouse, exposing my chest a little. Yeah, I look hot. Marco's gonna love it.

-"I'm proud of you, son,"- Dad said, giving me a tight embrace, -"If your mother saw you now... she'd be just as proud."

-"Yeah..."- I shed a single tear, dampening his shirt a bit before we parted.

-"Well, let's pay for it, shall we?"

I nodded and undressed, then dressing up with my originals clothes and hanging the suit on it's hook. I followed Dad to the cash register and waited for him to pay 120 bucks for it before we exit the store and head home. He took me back to my home within base but before he left, I asked him to take the suit with him, -"Why, son?"- He asked, folding the suit neatly on his passenger's seat.

-"If I can't see Marco's, then he can't see mines either."- I said, with a grin up my face.

Dad laughed, -"Oh, I see."

-"Take care and... thanks, Dad."

-"You're welcome."- And with that, he rode off.

I entered my home and was a bit surprised to see that Marco still hasn't arrived. It could only mean that he's also having trouble finding the right suit for him. I decided to watch some movies or series and eat snacks while waiting for Marco to arrive. About two hours passed and still no sign of Marco. I was falling asleep on the couch while The Walking Dead played on the TV. I'm used to going to sleep early since I have to work early.

I was dozing off again, my head dropping constantly, until I heard a car rev rattling in front of my house. It startled me and when I stood up groggily to peer through the window, I saw Celine's car there and Marco dismounting it. He was laughing at something Nick was saying, who was the one driving again. Like last time, he looked happy, smiling broadly as he said something to my boyfriend and made him laugh. I leaned against the window and simpered. He had a good time with his family and so did I with my dad.

Marco waved them goodbye before he sauntered in. He yawned and stretched as he took off his shoes, -"Jean?"- He called and hugged me when I approached him, -"I missed you today."

-"Yeah, missed you too,"- I yawned on his shoulder and parted from him, -"I'm going to bed, babe. My legs ache a shit ton. We walked the whole mall, fuck's sake."

Marco chuckled and stopped my tracks by my arm, -"Wait,"- He leaned close to me and whispered, alluringly, -"Aren't you going to tell me where your suit is?"

I giggled, his breath tingling my ears, -"Aren't you gonna tell me where yours is?"

Marco's cheeks lit up lightly as he shook his head, -"It's a surprise."

-"Well, I'll have you know that mines' a surprise too, honey."- I said, poking his nose teasingly.

He pouted his lips, -"Come on, Jean, don't be like that."- He said, in a whiny, comical tone.

I chuckled and shook my head, -"Sorry, babe. You're just gonna have to wait."

-"Can you at least tell me how good it looks on you?"- He insisted, making that cute but manipulating face of his.

I laughed and pointed at his eyes, -"That's for those two to find out."

-"You're no fun."- He whined, still pouting his puffy lips and crossing his arms.

-"No fun?"-I took his head and kissed him fervently and lustfully, taking his tongue in mines and tangling them. In less than a minute, my boyfriend was breathless and sweating, his cheeks red as a tomato, -"Was that fun enough for you?"- I asked but I had the answer right before me.

Marco didn't bothered to conceal his boners anymore -at least from me, -"Yes but... we can have more fun... right?"

I nodded briskly, -"Yeah, baby."- I replied. I'm never too tired for sex.

That became a contradiction the second my body hit the bed.

~ o ~

-"How do I look?"- I said, breathing deeply while facing the mirror in my room, tugging my coat down a bit. Blouse's in my pants, no hair strands out of place, loafers look sparkling... today's the day, Jean... today's the day.

-"You look incredibly handsome, son,"- Dad replied, lingering close to me and keeping me company while I prepared myself, considering I was a tad nervous right now, -"You've been hogging the mirror for almost an hour now, son. It's almost time."

Spontaneously, I gazed at the clock in my room and I felt as if my heart fell to the tip of my toes, -"Yeah, I know, I know..."- I said, a hand on my face. God, I'm so nervous. I hope I don't screw up.

Dad placed his hands on my shoulders and squeezed them, -"Relax, son. It'll be alright. Everything has been thoroughly planned and organized,"- He patted my shoulders, gesturing me to move out, -"And you'll do alright. Have a little faith in yourself. I do."

With teary eyes, I turned around and hugged him, -"Thanks for everything, Dad."

He caressed my hair with caution, trying not to mess the hours I spent on it, -"Shall we get going?"

Feeling a bit better now, I gazed up at him and nodded, -"Yeah, let's go."

Dad and I rode off out of Sina to Trost, where Marco's favorite church is located. I actually attended to it once, with him and Celine, but I'm not your religious sort of guy so I think that's actually the second or third time I went to church.

As we approached said church and saw all the people arriving, my nerves acted up again. I breathed deeply and tried to calm myself as I dismounted Dad's car. I saw a lot of familiar faces at the fore of the church; my friends from high school, my friends from my old work, some of my teachers, some of Marco's family and some of mines. I saw our physiologist, our doctor from the health center, Rubert (ugh) and believe it or not, some of my coworkers in the Army.

-"Son?"- Dad was calling me and I shook my head and snapped off my trance, -"We need to go to the priest and prepare yourself for when Marco arrives."

-"Y-yeah..."- For when Marco arrives...

Dad led me towards the church's back entrance, to avoid the big crowd at the front area, but they saw me anyways and started calling me. I just waved at them and followed Dad. Once in, we quickly met with the priest and we went over a few things before he announced that it was time. I gave myself a quick pep-talk in the mirror before following the priest to the altar and waited for Marco.

I gazed at the sanctuary and saw everyone sitting on the benches and observing me. I smiled at my family, my grandfather and my aunt, waving at them slightly and warming up at their proud smiles. I'm glad they aren't objected to this -otherwise they wouldn't even be here, right?

I was tugging my suit and my heart skipped a beat when the priest sauntered towards the altar and started talking. I straightened up, tied my hands together in front of me and dropped them, -"Welcome family and friends. We are gathered here today in the sight of God and angels, and the presence of friends and loved ones, to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes and blessings to the words which shall unite Marco Bodt and Jean Kirshtein in holy matrimony."

That classical wedding music started up, making me quaver a little bit. I'm glad Dad's near me up here. His presence soothed me a bit.

The church doors opened up and Marco, my soon to be husband, walked in, escorted by both Nick and Celine. His sight caught my breath as my eyes widened at his approaching figure; he had a black and white tuxedo with one of those cute, black bow ties in the middle. His hair was perfect combed to the side and it made his chocolate eyes stand out more than they usually do. Oh my God, he looks so gorgeous in that suit. My mouth even gaped but I closed it before I start drooling like a mad dog in love. And his expression? It made my whole soul lit up in joy. He was happy, he was really happy and proud to be walking towards me -he was also looking at me the same way I looked at him, -"Who is it that brings this man to this man?"- The priest spoke.

Both Celine and Nick smiled proudly, -"We do."- They said at the same time. Once they reached the altar, they placed Marco's hand with mine and stepped back, close to Marco like Dad was close to me.

Marco and I both faced the priest as he continued speaking. He lent his head close to my shoulder and parted his lips, -"You look good."- He whispered, eyes on the priest.

I simpered and squeezed his hand, -"You look better."- I whispered back, making him giggle. Yeah, a lot better. He was even making me sweat in that tuxedo of his.

I tried to keep attention to the ceremony but I got bored and started teasing Marco, scratching my finger against his palm and tickling him, making him giggle and prod me to keep still. It wasn't until the priest spoke and announced the vows that I snapped off, -"Would you please face each other and join hands."

And that we did, holding each other's hands tightly and lovingly gazing at each other.

-"Jean Kirshtein, do you take Marco Bodt to be your husband?
Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others
and holding only to him forevermore?"- The priest asked.

With a firm smile, I nodded, -"I do."- Yeah, I'll protect him with my life.

-"Marco Bodt,do you take Jean Kirshtein to be your husband?
Do you promise to love, honor, cherish and protect him, forsaking all others
and holding only to him forevermore?"- Repeated the priest.

Marco smiled too and nodded, -"I do."- He spoke, with certainly while tightening the grip of my hands.

The priest began the readings and it took a lot time. Yeah, I got bored again but I kept myself entertained by watching Marco and making funny faces with him, shooting him with smooches and compliments. I stopped when the time to repeat the vows came up, -"I, Jean Kirshtein, take thee Marco Bodt, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore."- I said, eyes locked on his.

Marco giggled and gaped his lips, -"I, Marco Bodt, take thee Jean Kirshtein, to be my husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore."

Celine and Dad approached us with our rings for the exchange. Dad gave me Marco's ring and Celine gave him mines. I took Marco's slender ring finger and droved in the ring I bought him. He then took my ring finger and slid in the ring he got for me. I smiled at the cool but warm sensation of the ring on my finger as I wriggled it and stared at it. Doesn't look bad at all, I gotta say. I gazed up at Marco and saw him smiling too while staring at his finger.

The additional reading came up and I dozed off often, a lot more than I'd like to admit. I was eager to get to the end already but this old man wasn't rushed at all. I, on the other hand, wanted to hear those last word that'll make my heart jump in joy. After the reading came the prayer, then the unity candles and lastly, what I wanted this whole time: the pronouncement as husband and... husband, -"Jean Kirshtein and Marco Bodt, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the giving of these rings and the joining of your hands, I now declare you to be... husband and husband,"- Marco's smile grew a ton and so did mines, -"Congratulations, you may now kiss your husband."

My boyfriend -I mean, my husband- literally jumped on me and shrouded his arms around my neck into a passionate and merry kiss. Everyone stood up and clapped their hands, cheering on us as our lips crashed together and our mouths opened up to allow entrance for our tongues. They grazed each other and they mingled as our breath depleted. I felt his mouth's smooth surface and bit his lips, making him wince and moan silently. I'm guessing this type of kiss is inappropriate in this place but who cares? No big deal! I want more! (sorry, I just turned that innocent song into pure perversity). But hey, we just got married and I wanna kiss Marco however I please. Said man yanked my suit when I gripped his hips and started tugging him closer to me, grinding our groins together, driven by a hotness within my chest, -"Jean... not here."- My husband warned and blushed, parting his lips from mines and forming a cord of drool.

I licked the drool off and leaned close to his ear, -"Then... later?"

He giggled and nodded.

Everyone continued cheering on us as we passed by the benches and headed towards that white, fancy limousine that's gonna take us to our honeymoon. Once we mounted, we rode off and never looked back.

So, we're married. I told ya' it might happen and you can't even imagine how happy I am right now. Marco and I have been trough a long and arduous journey but we're here, married and together, and we're happy. We've seen shit, we've been trough some shit, we've met people, good and shitty, and we've learned and adapted, we've gotten stronger, mentally and physically and our bond has gotten stronger too. This journey has taught us what's out there and how cruel the world is against people like us. I don't know what's in stock for us but what I do know is that I'll stay right by my husband's side forever, protecting him from whatever threat threatens us apart, and that I love him and I'll keep loving him more and more everyday.

Our story definitely earn it's happy ending but who knows...

It might have just begun...

So, yes, there's a indication of a sequel right there but I'm not sure if I should do it. Let me know what you think!

I can finally say that this story... has reached an end! I'm going to take a small break before I start writing those ton ideas I have XD but honestly, I can't wait to start on them. If you're interested, stay tuned! (they're all JeanMarco XD)