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When both boys were released from the Duat, they quickly joined together happily, but Marc, in all his adventure he had discovered peace in Steven, he discovered his unconditional love, the reason why he still wasn't at peace, because his Steven was missing, Steven's affection was missing and now that he had it, it felt incredible, the love returned to his veins. Marc separated a little to see the happy face of his lover, who was laughing with a slight blush and tears still in his eyes, he caressed his face with tenderness and when Steven opened his eyes, he met Marc's enamoured eyes, widening his smile. Marc caressed Steven's cheek tenderly and before Steven could react, he pressed his lips together, kissing them delicately, without being reciprocated.
Steven just stood perplexed, doing nothing, he didn't grab Marc's shoulders or caress his back, nothing of what Marc wanted to happen happened, it provoked an eternal discontent in Marc. But there was no time, Steven tapped Marc's shoulder several times and pointed behind him, the sandstorm was coming, they had to run or they would never return, but thanks to the Egyptian gods, Tawaret saved them, delaying the storm and bringing them both back to life.
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The fight was over, Amitt was locked up in Harrow and Marc was ready to finish his mission, as Khonshu ordered.
"Marc! You can choose! You don't have to " Layla reminded him, stopping his hand for a moment, leaving Harrow and throwing his crescent dart to the ground, looking at Khonshu with a frown and determined not to spill any more blood.
"That's it, if you want him dead, do it yourself! Now, release us! " Said Marc looking at Khonshu, the bird just sighed and followed him with his eyes.
"As you say Mar-" said Khonshu, but before raising his sceptre, Steven appeared for the last time, asking the god to separate them, in those moments Marc's heart made a last "crack" Why did he say that? His feelings didn't agree? Marc didn't have time to oppose, that bird accepted before they asked for more things, and as he promised when the sceptre touched the ground, both separated and that armour disappeared.
They were wearing the same clothes from that hospital when they regained consciousness, Steven looked at Marc smiling, but Marc didn't look at Steven, he felt devastated, that decision was the death of his heart, but even so he didn't protest, he looked up and smiled at Steven. Before he could take a step, Layla pounced on Steven, hugging him tightly, Steven returned the hug and carried her, provoking laughter in both of them. Marc felt worse, barely keeping his smile, shedding a small tear on his cheek, Steven was happy with Layla, Steven told him from the beginning, he was a parasite, ruining everyone's life, his mother's, his ex-wife's, the one he loved, ruining everything.
The three of them left that place, but Marc didn't want to stay for long, he took the first flight to London and went to the only house he knew, his flat or well Steven's, but he will be very busy, won't he? Being with Layla. When he arrived he simply took one look at the lonely room and the tears soon appeared, he threw his bags and fell to his knees as soon as he entered the flat and closed the door.
"I shouldn't be here, I don't belong here, I'm a parasite that ruins everybody's life, I shouldn't really exist... I shouldn't, it's my fault, my fault, my fault, my fault," he wailed hitting the floor harder every time he said the word "fault", he was in that place for a long time. How could he be so stupid to fall? He ruined Steven's life with only his presence, he took a lot from Steven, now he was with a woman who will be able to serve him and not to hinder him like Marc did.
Very soon the silence of his mind turned into torture, without his comfort his mind ate him alive, reminding him how reckless, disgusting and insolent a being he was, he only managed to calm them down with a bottle of alcohol, drowning himself in it, staggering everywhere on his way out, ending up in any street, he didn't care. He managed to get into bars with the aim of fighting, hoping that one of those fuckers would beat him to death or pull out a sharp weapon and that would be the end of him, he felt like a disease that needed to be eradicated.
In one of those fights he was at his limit, that man who was bigger than Marc threw him to a table, breaking it instantly, Marc was really hurt, he had a deep wound on his forehead that wouldn't stop bleeding, his neck was purple, marked by the hands of that guy, his eyes seemed to be full of bruises, his jaw was swollen from the blows, his sight was blurred and his ears with that annoying beeping, he only heard his heavy and slow breathing, the desperate beating of his heart. For that table he could swear that his back was broken, he only saw the blurred silhouette of that guy, who lifted him effortlessly, as if he was a rag doll, grabbed him by his shirt and lifted him up, Marc did not want to fight, he just closed his painful eyes, ready to receive his last blow, but he stopped, he could not distinguish his voice perfectly, that voice ordered in a kind and peaceful way to put him down, the big man denied, but Marc was no longer awake, because of those wounds he ended up fainting.
When his eyes opened again, the intense light of any place where he was bothered him, he was advancing quickly to a place, feminine voices were heard, his image became clearer, would he be in a hospital? He could barely hear a voice calling him, it was identical to... "Steven? ..." Marc said quietly with his eyes still blurred, looking to the side, was it Steven who was running with the nurses? He didn't even stay to see, because his lack of strength made him fall asleep again.
It was a pity, because the person he loved and who was the reason for his wish to die was there, Steven went to pick him up in that fight and bring him to the emergency room to treat him. Since that kiss, his world changed, his heart beat with happiness but he couldn't react that time, so many emotions, so many surprises, so much happiness made Steven stop working and the only thing that made him react was that giant sand wave, he regrets for that and even more because when he came back from life they had to fight, so that Layla would take time and wouldn't let him talk to Marc, when he least expected it Marc had already left Egypt. The problems were just beginning, as Layla wanted to convince Steven to stay, but Steven refused, opening up to Layla and admitting that he was madly in love with Marc, he gave him adventure, he gave him life, he believe him, even if he was a liar, he loved him, his protective side helped him, that sacrifice he made in the Duat, he couldn't compare it, it was real love. He ran into some setbacks, like the news that apparently there was a third personality, even so he tried to contact Marc, but nothing, Layla tracked his mobile phone but he didn't show up, worrying him, had something happened to him? Was he at home? Did he eat? Did she push him away? It wasn't the best kiss. Did she misunderstand everything? He still didn't know but he had to figure it all out and fast. He found out about Jake through a news item, many Egyptians had seen a "Moon Knight" roaming the streets, this alarmed Steven, thinking that because of him, Marc returned to those roads, with Layla's help he investigated his whereabouts and when they met face to face, Jake told him the truth, those numerous killings had been provoked by him, it was never Marc. Jake had decided to work with Khonsu independently, taking advantage of Steven's wish. On the one hand, Steven was relieved, his calm breathing returned, Marc was not on bad terms, yet he invited Jake to his flat one day, Marc had to find out.
After solving that problem Steven went to London at last, he was excited, he wanted to see Marc, to hear his sexy accent, to feel another warm embrace, full of protection and love, and if he was allowed, to steal a lot of kisses, to finish those juicy lips and take him... take him and savour him, kissing him properly, passionately, returning his love and thanking him for his protection.But what he came across was the news that Marc was in a bad way, the neighbours told him about the banging that could be heard in his room and the few times he came home, he only went to get a change of clothes and spent the whole week in the street. Steven's nerves returned, leaving that building and desperately looking for Marc, he went to the bars where it was rumoured that he went out to fight, rumours that ended up being true, with each story from the bartenders his stress grew and grew more, Marc was in danger.
And so, we come to the present, with Marc in the hospital and asleep, luckily the injury to his back wasn't too bad, the pain of the blow and the combination of the alcohol managed to knock him out completely, they healed the deep wounds on his face and managed to deflate those bruises all over his face and heal his jaw, in less than 48 hours, Marc and Steven were ready to go home.
When he arrived, Steven had already cleaned up, so he left Marc on the bed, looking at him a little sadly, luckily he was alive, but it was his fault he was there in the first place, so he just went over and kissed his forehead with love and pity, shedding a tear of pain and then went to the living room, he just had to wait for Marc to wake up.
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Marc opened his eyes slowly, his vision was still blurred and he could barely make out the sound of his surroundings, in that darkness, he could see the reflection of the TV on and the sound that accompanied it, then his sense of smell came up, the flat smelled good, it smelled clean. He turned his head, noticing that he was in the flat, did someone bring him in? Or is he still asleep and it's a dream? He began to babble, attracting Steven's attention, who upon hearing him, threw a can of soda with his clumsiness and cursed out loud. Marc caught the voice immediately and lay still, it wasn't until Steven appeared and upon seeing him that he was awake, he ran to the edge of the bed to hug him, he put one hand on Marc's abdomen and another on his forehead, while his head was lightly resting on Marc's chest, hearing Marc's heartbeat, knowing that he was still alive made tears come out of Steven's eyes, grabbing Marc's hand and kissing it tenderly, causing Marc to move it, Steven turned his head to look at him.
"Am I already dead? Am I in a coma? " Marc said still in doubt, this was a dream, it had to be a dream, didn't it? The real Steven wouldn't do that... or would he?
"No Marc, you're alive, you're here, you're still here..." Said Steven with a wide and joyful smile, wanting to kiss Marc's hand again, but Marc pulled his hand away, causing that smile to disappear.
"No...it's a dream, you're far away, you don't love me, I'm a parasite, it's my fault, I didn't correspond to you in the Duat, I...I am," said Marc panicking, his chest moved up and down rapidly, breathing heavily, Steven grabbed his face with tenderness, forcing him to look him in the eyes, Marc could see Steven's face of confusion, but still feeling his tender touch, consoling him while his tears fell, was this real? His touch felt real, the tender kisses felt real.
"Marc...from where...you- No! I! I'm sorry..." Said Steven, looking away nervously, he opened his mouth slightly but Marc beat him to the punch "No...don't do it, I know that you don't like the Duat, there's no need to clarify it, I know everything, you can g-"
"NO MARC!" Said Steven, giving him back a fierce and determined look " You don't have to apologize, I liked what happened at the Duat, of course I love you idiot, I just didn't know how to react, you saved me and I saw and touched you again, I didn't know how to just... I'm sorry... you're like this because of me and then other problems came up and... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have gone with you first honey" Steven said with his crystalline eyes and his voice somewhat broken at the end, seeing Marc totally hurt, at the edge of his limit overwhelmed him, it wasn't his intention, he wanted peace for both of them, he didn't want Marc to leave, not him...he's his only family.
"Steven..." Said Marc, impressed by what Steven said, he wanted to speak but Steven silenced him again. "You're a damned idiot to think that I would leave you, that I wouldn't accept you, Marc...you're my life, you're everything Marc, I love you idiot...since before the Duat, you gave fun to my life, you're not a parasite...you never were," Steven said, putting their heads together, closing his eyes to enjoy his closeness, he wanted to feel his breath, his air, his skin.
They were still for a few seconds, until Marc slowly moved his hands and caressed Steven's face, making him jump a little because of his coldness but in the end he accepted the affection, rubbing his face, wiping the few remaining tears and opening his eyes slowly. "Steven..." Marc whispered as he looked into his eyes. "Shh..." Steven hushed in a soothing voice "It's real Marc, I love you," Steven said in a thicker and more determined voice, causing Marc to blush stupidly, smiling and feeling relieved that this wasn't a dream, it was real, his Steven was here, it was real! His heart was breaking that wall of rock that surrounded him with every beat, joyful again.
Marc started to laugh and Steven followed him, that smile of Marc's was everything for Steven, that tender gleam in his eyes was everything for Steven, Marc was for Steven. "Marc... I love you," Steven repeated again and Marc stopped his laughter, to look at Steven's lips and Steven at his, noticing how ridiculously close they were to each other, they brought their lips closer without saying anything, but Steven was the one who cut the little distance, joining them in an ecstatic and intense kiss, pushing Marc's head back and caressing Marc's soft face, while Marc's arms went down to Steven's shoulders, wrapping them around his neck and pulling him closer "I love you Steven" Marc moaned in between the kiss, clinging to Steven with all his strength, humming a little in the kiss, enjoying at last the taste of his beloved properly.
But Steven broke away when he felt that he was hurting Marc, for that kiss he had ended up on top of Marc and with their legs intertwined "You're tired baby, you have to let your body rest..." Said Steven, connecting with Marc with silly and hypnotized eyes, that kiss was the best of all his boring life, but Marc didn't want to break away. On the contrary, he lifted his leg with Steven's little bulge that was formed by that hot kiss, provoking a loud moan from Steven "And leave you like that? I don't think so, love," said Marc running his tongue over his teeth, Steven blinked several times nervously, letting his blush cover his cheeks, "I'm sorry I couldn't control myself and-and-and-you're perfect and-" Steven started to stutter nervously and Marc just started to laugh, "You're adorable! " he said as he brought his hand closer to Steven's curls.
"It's okay, sorry for the pressure, I don't want to force you or anything, I just... I want you Steven, I strongly need you," Marc admitted, looking at him clearly with sweetness and angelic smile, giving some pauses as he said it, causing him to feel and look beautiful in Steven's eyes, who was left with a sparkling look, maybe Marc was feeling tender with him on purpose to fuck him, he wasn't sure, but he adored that scene, Marc looked beautiful, Marc is beautiful.
"If you said that to provoke me... I'm warning you, it's working," Steven whispered close to Marc's lips, kissing them delicately, Marc laughed but went in for the kiss willingly, putting pressure back on Steven's crotch, letting out a moan into the kiss. Marc's hands wrapped around him again, tangling one hand in Steven's curls and another squeezing Steven's shoulder. The opposite's free hands moved down to the edge of his white shirt, caressing Marc's chest, who shuddered at the feel of his beloved's soft hands on his chest, arching his back, enjoying how Steven's hands moved up to his nipples and Steven's thumbs brushed over his nipples.
"Marc, you're tired, please, I beg you, let me do the work for you, I want to make you feel good honey," Steven whispered, leaving Marc's lips for a few moments and kissing Marc's neck, finishing with a light bite and licking the wound afterwards. Marc cursed before those sweet sensations, nodding several times, moaning low as he felt Steven's fingers playing with his nipples, pinching them a little, Steven really wanted to suck them. "Words love, please, give me permission..." Steven whispered, kissing Marc's jaw sweetly. Marc tried to regulate his breathing to say something, those caresses and kisses of Steven left him speechless "Yes... Steven, please, make me feel good" Marc moaned and Steven's caresses stopped.
"Good boy..." Said Steven lifting Marc's shirt rather roughly and moved up to his chest, taking one of Marc's nipples into his mouth and with his other hand continuing to flick the second, Marc moaned loudly, placing his hands on his not so innocent beloved's head and pulling his curls a little, Steven gasped wrapping his tongue around the nipple and making circular motions, sucking and sucking, Marc's leg moved rubbing more with Steven's marked bulge, frowning delicately and opening his eyes, it was such a divine image, Marc had his eyes closed with a frown, biting his lips with some intensity from Steven's movements and his hands pulling his curls tightly, he couldn't think of anyone else but Marc.
"Oh Marc, you're beautiful dear," said Steven and Marc opened his eyes, panting, Steven kissed his lips in ecstasy again, but it was a quick kiss because in a matter of seconds he took off Marc's white shirt and threw it somewhere in the room, Marc just gawked at Steven as he took off his blue shirt and threw it too, when he looked at Marc again, he found his stupid and flirtatious smile, making him a little more nervous. " What's wrong? " Asked Steven nervously and Marc just blinked, "No, sorry I just...I didn't think that this day would come and that you...god I can't think this way," said Marc, caressing Steven's cheek, Steven just laughed and kissed Marc one more time.
"I wanted to do this already, since we arrived in Egypt... this was the goal of my desire, to have you in the flesh and shit, you look fantastic," said Steven slowly approaching Marc's abdomen and licking around his navel, loving how Marc's skin jumped and how he let out gasps, his hands went down to his beloved's pans, slowly lowering it, playing with the spring of them, until he lowered them completely, Steven could notice the mess already made, his dick hard as stone with a small spot of pre-semen. "God, are you that hungry for me? God honey," Steven said in a deeper voice, making Marc shudder, suddenly his voice was more erotic.
"Steven... please, touch me," Marc moaned desperately, enjoying Steven's kisses around his waist, Steven laughed and reached down, pulling at the fabric of Marc's boxer shorts with his teeth, looking up as he pulled his shorts all the way down, Marc's cock bounced as he pulled free, Marc contracted as he felt Steven's breath close to his cock, Marc was breathing hard, staring at Steven, "You look really appetizing, now I'll take care of you," said Steven, Marc expected Steven to suck his cock, but it was the opposite, he kept going down to his hole, Steven licked his lips and sighed.
"Relax sweetheart, I'm going to thank you for your protection..." Said Steven positioning Marc's knees on his shoulders and before Marc could straighten up, Steven's tongue entered Marc's little hole, provoking a clear and loud moan, his toes curled and his back too.
"Mgh~ Steven! " He cried out his lover's name as he swirled his tongue in circles, tasting Marc's sweet insides. Marc pulled his head back as he felt Steven contract his tongue and push him a little further, Steven's hands were kneading his thighs, burying his nails every now and then and making obscene sounds as he tried to reach Marc's prostate with his tongue, but Marc was melting, his moans were unstoppable and loud, he didn't care that a ball of angry neighbours were complaining about the volume, he was enjoying Steven, he had a right to.
Marc wanted more, so he wanted his hand to go down to his cock to stroke it, but Steven's hand stopped him. "No, I said I'll take care of you, don't move or I'll stop," said Steven with an authoritative voice, "Shit, please... I don't want to wait any longer Steven," gasped Marc, bending his head to look at Steven, who was looking at him with an open smile and a fierce look.
"So what do you need Marc, you can tell me my love, I'll do it" Said Steven sticking 2 fingers in Marc, this time a moan came out with a silly babble, it felt amazing, Steven makes everything feel amazing. Marc tried to speak but at that moment Steven moved his fingers in the shape of scissors, making Marc's eyes turn white and his body tremble completely, delighted with Steven's fingers. "Tell me love, I'm waiting," said Steven increasing the speed of his finger thrusts, making Marc moan loudly again. "You have the word Marc!" Said Steven somewhat loudly and Marc arched his back as he felt Steven's fingers on his prostate "Your cock Steven, fuck me damn it, I can't take any more, I beg you Steven" Marc shouted with his last strength and Steven stopped his thrusts "That's it baby" Mentioned Steven, removing his fingers from his lover's entrance, Marc protested the emptiness but as he watched Steven removing his trousers and boxer shorts quickly, he moaned unconsciously "Oh yes love..." Marc moaned, spreading his legs wider, giving Steven entrance.
Steven's gentleness was over, now he was desperate, so just by grabbing Marc's legs, he pulled him closer to him, Marc protested a little from the pain, but it didn't stop Steven, his urgency was greater. He put Marc's knees back on his shoulders and aligned his cock with Marc's hole, entering him little by little. Marc cried out somewhat loudly as he felt it, it was the first time anyone had ever penetrated him, well, it was the first time doing it with a man in general. Steven gasped as he felt Marc's walls squeezing his big cock, "Oh my darling, you're really wet and good," moaned Steven, looking at Marc with lust, Marc connected their gazes, panting heavily, "Keep going... I want it all" demanded Marc blushing, Steven smiled and nodded biting his lip, "With pleasure my love," he said thrusting his cock deeper, Marc moaned loudly and clenched the sheets again but relaxed as Steven thrust all the way in, stopping a little because of how big it was.
"Move..." Marc said and Steven didn't hesitate to obey, he moved his hips slowly, ramming at a slow and intoxicating pace, delighting in every incoherent sound that came out of Marc's lips. He held his legs tightly and every now and then turned to bite those strong thighs of Marc's, this time a little hard, causing some temporary marks. "I need it harder, baby!" Marc gasped desperately, arching his back in ecstasy, he loved having Steven like this, he wanted this moment to be repeated again and again and again.
Steven lowered Marc's legs, wrapping them around his hips and grabbed Marc's hips for momentum and rammed hard now, the bed began to creak and squeak from Steven's strong thrusts and the touch of the moans of the two made a truly erotic symphony for them, Marc was desperately screaming Steven's name and Steven was repeating beautiful things to Marc, worshipping Marc completely, saying beautiful things to him every chance he got, leaning down to kiss his lips fiercely as the constant hard thrusts continued, making Marc see stars. "It's close baby, I can feel it... come on, touch yourself, baby, I want to see you make a mess of yourself," ordered Steven and Marc obeyed without reproach, he reached for his cock and began to masturbate, creating a spectacle for Steven, his hand moved uncontrollably and at a rapid speed, his moans were unrecognizable already, he barely managed to say Steven's name without mumbling or humming, his chest was rising and falling rapidly. " Like this my love, just like this, I'm going to come, I'm going to come deep inside you" Steven repeated and Marc moaned loudly so that a few thrusts, Marc finished and his semen spilled on his hand and on Steven's abdomen. The other man cum a few thrusts later, filling Marc, they both stopped slowly, their breaths heaving and their legs almost numb, Steven from the force and Marc from the biting and thrusting.
Steven kisses Marc's lips one last time, it's one last hot kiss. As Steven pulled away from Marc, "Don't move...I'm going to clean you up," Steven said as he went to the bathroom, taking a small towel, soaked it in warm water and came back to Marc, looking at him sweaty and still panting he smiled goofily and cleaned Marc's ass, along with his abdomen and his soft hand, which he ended up kissing and Marc threw a teasing "Eu", provoking laughter in Steven. Later Steven joined Marc, lying down next to him and Marc quickly snuggled into Steven's chest, smelling his rich perfume. "I'm happy because you came back," said Marc with his eyes closed, Steven hugged Marc lovingly, hiding his face in Marc's hair, smelling his rich smell as well.
"Of course I would, you're the best thing I have, my only love," said Steven and Marc laughed, then yawned. "I love you Steven, thank you for taking care of me tonight," said Marc, closing his eyes, feeling a kiss on his head, "No, thank you for everything Marc, rest my darling..." said Steven, saying goodbye, falling completely asleep.