[original fic] Remembrance part 2
Continuation from part 1
“D-Drang?” He stared at the white-haired man in shock. The other person in the room stepped into view but Drang ignored him. He felt stupid at thinking in whatever-the-hell-he-was-thinking for getting his hopes up as his hand remains risen up, ready to knock the door. He lowered it, stepped back and turned away.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” The albino spoke softly, strolling away. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” He went down the other way, wanting nothing more than to disappear from view and go home. Drang wanted to vanish and with his chest tightening in depression, he wasn’t sure as to what was happening to him. He couldn’t really be feeling anything for the other? Could he? But he had never felt this way before and he wasn’t happy about how he was feeling about this matter either, it was like his heart had been ripped out.
Mark, who was still at the door in shock, suddenly realized what was going on and snapped out of it. He looked at the thin retreating figure. “Drang! Wait!” He ran after the receding albino, ignoring the person behind.
“Mark! What’s going on?! What are you doing?!”
The brunet turned to him. “Go home! And never come back!” He didn’t bother in seeing the person’s face and went back to running after Drang. When the other realized that he was being chased, which wasn’t long, he started to run as well and went into the emergency exit, heading up the stairs. There were about twenty floors until the top where both knew that Drang could get away from with his magic. Mark growled, trying to catch up and was rushing up the stairs. “Drang! Please wait!”
Drang didn’t bother in listening or replying and continued up the steps. He passed the tenth row when suddenly he slipped on the third step up on the eleventh pair. He let out a little cry, feeling his weight fall back and closed his eyes to wait for the horrible impact but it never came. Instead of the hard ground, he had landed into something soft and warm and could hear the heavy sounds of a beating heart against his back. There were deep breaths of air above and two arms wrapped around his body, holding him still. His black eyes gazed up at the brunet and spotted the gray orbs that were filled with terror.
Mark sighed in relief. “Just in time.” He dragged the albino to the wall and sat down, letting Drang lean against it. The brunet made sure that the older man was on the floor but he looked slightly cautious. He took off the albino’s shoe from the foot that had slipped and looked at it carefully, lifting it up and wiggled the foot around carefully, watching Drang’s expression for a respond and got one. The other had winced, grounding his teeth together in pain and let out a silent hiss. “Okay, I believe that it’s twisted but not broken, though knowing your high-speed regeneration abilities. It should be healed up by tomorrow.”
“Yeah, it should.” Drang muttered, staring at the ground.
Mark sighed. “Look, Drang. You should have told me that you were coming. If you had, you wouldn’t have to see that.”
“I know. It’s my fault entirely. I should have never come.” He tried to stand up but Mark wouldn’t let him, holding him down. Drang narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.”
“No.” Mark didn’t listen and reached down, scooping Drang up into his arms in a bridal style. The albino didn’t fight back and wrapped his arm along his neck, grumbling.
“I can walk.”
“No, you can’t. Don’t lie.” There was a smile on the brunet’s features, obviously happy at what had happened and held the other closer. He had to reach down to pick up the almost forgotten shoe and placed it on Drang’s stomach, making sure it wouldn’t fall off. “How unusual. You’re not wearing you coat.”
“I forgot to put it on.” Drang muttered, burying his face into the soft shoulder. This reminded him of all the times he had to be carried back to his room at those bases. After all, he would be too sore to walk and no one but Mark would come near him or be daring enough. Drang tightened his grip along the other and didn’t fight back, knowing that it would be no use. They headed into the elevator since it was impossible to go back down through the stairs and waited for the ‘ding’. Drang decided to ask. “Why were you with that person in the first place?”
Mark gazed at their reflection in the mirrors that were attached to the metal box as if he had grown another head. “Huh? Why not? I don’t really belong to anyone…yet so I should be allowed to do anything I want but I’ll defiantly cut all ties with all of them when I find that perfect somebody. The one I want to spend my life with.”
“I…see.” Drang, as much as he wanted to, didn’t ask about this ‘them’, deciding to put it away. Instead, he made a comment as the doors opened. “That’s sounds cheesy.”
“Yeah, yeah but it’s true.”
“Perhaps.”
“Okay, here we are.” Mark announced when they reached his door, though Drang was sure he had dozed off for those moments of coming here, and kicked it open, which was unlocked. They entered with Mark immediately dropped Drang onto the couch and the shoe that had been there, fell off to the floor with a loud ‘thump’. Drang sat up, looking slightly embarrassed at everything that had happened.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Now to get the phone. You want to call someone to pick you up, right?” There was a slight depressed tone but Mark continued with his motives. As much as he wanted the other to stay, he knew that Drang wouldn’t come his way even though there was the fact that the man had come to him of all people. But after that little meeting, he had probably ruined any chances he knew he hardly had from the very beginning. As Mark went around the couch, he was stopped…by a pale hand.
“Wait.” Drang muttered, earning the brunet’s attention instantly. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m not.” Mark argued with a smile. “I’m just getting the phone for you. I’ll be right back. After all, your family is important to you, right?”
There was a long pause before the albino spoke. “…Sleep with me.”
Mark blinked. Had he heard that right? Were his ears deceiving him? “What?”
Drang gazed into his gray eyes with that serious look he always had on. “Sleep with me.”
“You’re kidding…right?” The brunet paused, observing the other’s expression. “…No, you’re not.” Mark blinked again before grinning as an idea came into his mind. “You’re not going to take it back, right?” He watched Drang shake his head. “Alright then.” He immediately jumped the albino, pushing him down, straddling his waist with care. His face was right above Drang’s, staring down. He closed the distance between them, claiming the other with a light kiss but it quickly got deeper and heated. Mark wasted no time in wiggling his way into Drang’s mouth, exploring it freely after prying it open. He could taste the rich spices on his buds and loved it, wanting more. Drang made a slight noise before responding gently, keeping still while shifting his arms around into a better position. Mark’s fingers reached into the silky white hair and grasped it tightly, pushing the other forward to deepen the kiss. But then he broke away.
Drang took a deep breath, eyes slightly wide at the attack and licked his lips. “Mark?”
“I’ll do it under three conditions.” Mark knew he had Drang stuck underneath him. “Number one, you belong solely to me. No one else can have you unless something happens like I die or along those lines. Or-”
“I get it.” Drang cut in.
“Okay, number two is that you must let go of all those walls you’ve been putting up to prevent anything from hurting you or else I’ll feel like I’m screwing a doll. And let me tell you, that isn’t fun. I like it when I can hear the sounds you’re making. Finally, the last one is that you must obey me completely.”
Drang narrowed his eyes instantly. “The other two I’m fine with but my answer is no.” He pushed himself up, tying to escape from Mark’s grasp but he was suddenly grabbed with two arms and was tied down. “Mark!”
The brunet was grinning. “I thought you’d say that so maybe I should change that one slightly. How about no running away from me anymore or your feelings? You know, I think I like that one better.”
Drang relaxed and then sighed. “Fine, fine, you win. I’ll do all three. But that also means that you can’t sleep with anyone else but me.”
“I know and I gladly accept.” Mark chuckled, leaning over to the point that his breath was brushing up against Drang’s right cheek and ear. “I know.” His grip loosened and instead went down and up the shoulder blades. Mark kissed along the neck, sending shivers up Drang’s spine, and headed to his ear while he undressed the albino. He scattered the clothes to the ground except for his own and stared down at the naked body with lust. “You have a great body. I guess I should have expected no less than the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Drang muttered, a red tint on his face.
Mark blinked at the color. “Are you blushing?” He reached up and touched the cheeks softly, using his thumb to rub along the skin. “You are…” A large grin broke onto his expression. “You look so much better with a little bit of color on your pale face. I like it.” He took the rosy lips that seemed brighter to the complexion for a heated kiss, shoving Drang back down to the couch. The white-haired man moaned softly at the touch, raising his hands up to wrap them around Mark’s neck. The other’s hands went down the naked body below until he touched a part that made Drang jump but he soon relaxed afterwards. Seeing the change, Mark played with the erection, able to tell that the other was slowly loosing himself to the pleasure. Drang had to struggle and couldn’t figure out if he should moan, grasp for breath or fight back in the kiss. All of the options were so good to him but he didn’t know what to choose. However, he didn’t need to think long when Mark broke away, stopping what he was doing. “Seems you’re listening to my request.”
Drang took a deep breath, eyes half-closed. “Of course, I am. But I feel somewhat naked at doing this.”
Mark raised an eyebrow at this, staring over the nude form underneath.
“No mentally. I feel like I’m free for anyone to see.”
“Hmm…Well I think you’re better this way.” The brunet leaned back over, working on the pink nipple that had hardened under all the attention that the body had been getting. He sucked gently on it, hearing a soft moan and felt Drang arc his back a little bit to raise himself up to meet his devilish tongue. He chuckled in response and nibbled on the tip with his white teeth before pulling it up while continuing the sucking.
“Ah! Mark!” Drang cried. “You’re teasing me!”
“Why not?” Mark pulled back for a moment, grinning evilly. “I think you would look wonderful if you turned into a puddle of bubbling emotions plus, I like your beautiful voice. It’s so sweet and sugary.”
“And now you’re making me blush.”
“Ahaha!” The brunet retracted away from the nipple and went to the next one, doing the same thing to it. Drang continued to gasp and moan at the touches, feeling himself already reaching his limit. The handjob below was driving him nuts and there was no way to protect himself from the pleasurable bliss he was receiving. He had never truly allowed his barriers around him to fall, never, and now that he had to, it felt so strange to him. Everything was now coming at him at full force and somehow, he didn’t want things to return back to how it originally was.
“Mark!” Drang screamed as he came violently into Mark’s waiting hand, relaxing back into the couch. He felt tired and drained but he knew, and so did his gut, that this was only the beginning. He watched Mark pause in his actions and sat up on his thighs, staring at his cummed hand. The brunet smirked and licked the liquid with a crazed look in his eyes and face. Drang gulped, backing away slightly. “M-Mark?”
“A bit bitter but that’s okay.” The other wiped his hand on the couch before gazing back at Drang’s features. “Now then, onto round two.”
Drang sat up at this announcement. “Mark!”
The brunet waved a finger. “Oh no, you don’t. We made a deal that you wouldn’t run away. No escaping from this. The first part was to see if you’ll really let down those barriers of yours and you did so now for the best part, mind-blowing sex.” Mark didn’t bother in waiting for a response as he pushed himself back along the other’s legs, spreading them apart. Drang gasped, sitting up further, knowing what was going to happen next. He knew he couldn’t argue or do anything back since the deal was still in effect and he planned on keeping it…even as he felt a finger push its way up his ass.
“M-Mark!”
“Oh, that’s right.” Mark pondered out loud, his forefinger inside Drang’s entrance, wiggling it around inside, watching the older man squirm at the touch. “I’ve never prepared you before. I always had to head straight in without any lube and make you bleed. I guess this time I’ll be nice and easy.” He chuckled evilly as he thrusted the finger in and out, observing Drang move around at the foreign feeling.
The albino paused for a moment and turned to him. He was able to keep himself calm and his voice together but for how long? “Mark, can’t you just get inside of me?”
“But that would ruin my fun.” The younger man placed in the second finger, making scissor-like actions inside the moist heat. “Plus, you can’t run away, meaning, you can’t spoil my fun at all.”
“Damn you.” Drang cursed his luck, now regretting in making that stupid deal. His thoughts were cut short when the third and final digit slipped in. He let out a cry while facing Mark, seeing the arrogant grin. Oh he was going to get the other back for this one day.
Mark leaned over and gave a quick kiss, hoping that might relax the other. He could feel the muscles below tightening at each movement and he knew it would hurt badly for Drang if he tried to go in right now. “Relax Drang, relax. It’s not going to hurt by the way I’m doing this.”
“You…never know.” The white-haired man grunted, rolling in his spot. “And I’m pretty certain that there’ll always be pain in this. True, it won’t be much with what you’re doing…but it’s so damn uncomfortable!”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“…Oh…”
Drang raised an eyebrow at that response. “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing.” Mark sang happily, tearing the digits out and began spreading the pale legs further apart.
“Hey, wait!” Drang scolded. “Why aren’t you undressing?!”
The brunet paused. “Don’t feel like it. After all, someone has to keep you warm after this. It sometimes gets cold in here.” Mark chuckled, positioning himself for penetration and smirked at the waiting look he was receiving. “I see you’re getting impatient.” But then a thought occurred in his mind. He needed to know one more thing before doing anything. “Still, what made you think about coming to me of all people?”
Drang groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t get any pleasure until he answered the question. “What else would I come to you for?”
“Don’t lie.” Mark snapped.
“I’m not-”
“Yes, you do know. I don’t know how I can do it but I can tell when you’re lying. And you’re doing it right now.”
Drang fell silent and glanced away but after that happened, his face was grabbed. Mark forced the black eyes to stare at him.
“Tell me.”
“…Alone.”
Mark blinked, only able to catch the end of it. “What?”
“I’m lonely.” Drang spoke with his eyes downcast. “I’m so alone. I feel like there’s no one there for me.”
“And so you came to me to get rid of that feeling.” Mark pieced everything together and watched as Drang nod his head. He leaned over, licking away the growing tears in the black eyes. “There, there. I won’t leave you. You just wanted to be loved…and maybe a little spoiled by someone. You have to take care of everyone and never receive anything in return. You give and give and give until you’re tired out and empty. You know that your family has their own lives to live and they’re not ignoring you and you know that but that still makes you lonely. Am I correct?”
“How…” Drang stared up into the gray orbs. “How are you able to see right through me so well?”
“Because I can.” Mark took that distracted moment to edge himself into his lover’s tight hole. A loud gasp came from below, Drang bending his back in accordance. The brunet grinned, sliding in easily and held himself there. “There, that wasn’t too hard.”
“B-Bastard…” Drang leaned back but along that, he was reaching up, his hands tangling into the soft brown locks. He liked the feeling of hair in his fingers and it calmed him down. “Move already.”
“Right, right.” Mark pulled back a little before shoving himself back in. Drang let out a little sound, tilting his head to the side. His body shivered at each thrust and moaned softly. His grip tightened, dragging Mark down to his level so he could feel the warm breath along his cheeks. Mark grunted, feeling the muscles tighten on him. “Damn, you’re tight. Must have been a while since you’ve had sex.”
“It…has.” Drang groaned, feeling each thrust into his body and loved that sensation that came with it. His body felt warm and full, a different feeling then he usually felt with anyone else. His hands shifted down to grasp the shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. His face flushed deeply and bits of sweat started to form on his naked body. “Mark…”
“You look so great like that…So beautiful.” Mark reached up, rubbing the pale cheeks with his thumbs, staring into the black eyes. “I’m so glad you’re such a keeper and that you’re mine.”
Drang took a deep breath and made a glare. “You...You’re avoiding it.”
Mark gave an innocent expression. “Avoiding what? This?” He pounded into the body, going deep enough to hit the prostate gland. Drang made a sharp cry as hot pleasure shocked his nerves and whiteness covered his vision.
“Yes! There!”
The brunet leaned closer, nudging himself back into that spot. “There?” Drang nodded his head. “Only if you kiss me.”
Drang didn’t need to be told twice as he used his grip to pull Mark down, crushing their lips together. He deepened it himself, making sure that the other wouldn’t get away. Mark chuckled into it and did as he promised. The albino broke away to moan loudly, little teardrops streaming down the side. He didn’t know if they were coming out from the pain, pleasure or happiness and just decided not to bother thinking about it. He wanted this and wasn’t going to allow the other to stop anytime soon.
Mark continued to strike into the gland, knowing that it was driving Drang crazy. He softly groaned as he felt the inside muscles tighten along his member. He was close, so close. As he felt that, he quickened the rhythm, wanting more to come himself than to pleasure Drang. Mark pounded into the body below, gripping the pale shoulders for a better grip.
“Ah! Mark!” Drang cried, closing his eyes together in an effort to control himself but his control didn’t return. He had lost it long ago in the process. “Mark! Harder!”
Mark smiled, watching Drang’s expressions show themselves. This was actually the first time he had ever seen something different than a blank face and sometimes a frown and anger. Could pleasure really do this much to him? Or was it because of the walls that had been torn down halt his emotions? Either way, he was making sure he remembered these wonderful faces. “Almost…there.” His body, through clothed, was covered in a thin layer of sweat but Drang had it worse. He kicked his lips and stared down at the glistering flesh. How would it taste?
“Mark! Ah!” Drang screamed as he reached his limit, spraying across his chest. His grip on Mark’s shoulder tightened and accidentally clawed his way through the clothes before collapsing back. But he wasn’t allowed much rest as Mark continued to thrust into him. His body bounced at the hits until he felt something warm inside, obviously meaning that the other had finally come himself. Mark bended over but he didn’t look tired even though he was taking deep breaths to get his beating heart back into a slower pace. Drang stared up with weary and tired eyes but he knew what was going to happen next and knew he wouldn’t be able to get away but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.
“Looks like round two is done.” Mark gasped, quickly regaining his breathing patterns. He licked his lips again and leaned over, licking along the stomach skin. Drang blinked his eyes. “Sweet and salty. Strange combination but lovely.”
Mark shifted a little, moving Drang slightly. “Now onto round three. Get onto your belly.”
The albino sat there for a second before complying, turning around. His chest was against the cushions with his ass in the air. He could feel droplets of Mark’s cum drip down the back of his leg and it was ticklish. He felt the cold hands slid down his ass and widen his butt cheeks.
“Alright, here we go.”
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Mark stared down at the sleeping albino on his couch that had his hands wrapped around his waist. His head was resting on their shared pillow while he stroked the white hair that was still wet even after finishing a couple more rounds of sex an hour ago. He could hear the even inhalation and watched as Drang nuzzled into his chest for warmth. A smile was on his face while Drang had a more peaceful expression.
“You really look great like that.”
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Drang sighed and winced slightly as his lower portion of his body still throbbed from last night. He walked to the front door of his house and stared at it before taking a deep breath. He had been gone all night until the morning which was about six-thirty right now. He knew that everyone was still asleep at this moment even the maids, who were mostly robots, they were Caesar’s creation and he didn’t feel like bugging his son for answers. Opening the door, he glanced around the room, seeing if there was really anyone here. Early in the morning, he had promised that he would come back again to Mark, sometime this week, not sure when but he knew he would. But last night had been great and he couldn’t wait to go back to get some more though he could do without the part of the multiple rounds that had seemed to drag on forever. He didn’t fall asleep until two which only gave him only five hours of rest but that was fine with him. As he went deeper into his house, there was a short hitch of breath and he froze instantly. Drang turned to the area he had heard it from and wandered over to the couches. Looking over them, he let a weak smile appear on his face at the scene. Everyone except for the maids was here sleeping together. His sons were on one couch, huddled together with Creed taking on as the pillow for all of them. Yuan snuggled into Creed’s chest while Caesar had his arms wrapped around his waist. The next one over had his brother and Shadow and they two were huddled as one, facing each other. Mull, Yuan’s son, had one to himself, his body draped over the cushions, hair down from his usual ponytail. Next were Whisper and Strangle and finally Dart, who was sleeping by himself. Shaking his head at how they were dressed since it was cold in the house, he went closer.
‘They’re going to get sick at this rate.’ Drang thought as he silently waved his hand, summoning a blanket into them. He covered up the group closest to him, which was his brother and his boyfriend, tucking the item in. Cradle shuffled for a second, gripping tighter on Shadow before falling back asleep. He did the same thing too to the other couple, Mull, and Dart, making sure they were as comfortable as possible without waking either of them up. Finally, he went to his sons and paused. ‘This is going to be a little tricky. One wrong move and Caesar or Creed will wake up.’ Drang silently grumbled and summoned for the last blanket, gently placing the item on them. His hands moved swiftly and shifted Yuan a little to make Creed a little more comfy.
“Dad?” A voice whispered from below, soft and tired. Drang gazed down to it and stared into the red eyes that were half-open. Caesar yawned with a sigh of relief on his face. “So you’re back.”
“Yes, I am.” He watched as Caesar tried to sit up. “Wait, don’t.” He pushed against him until he was back in his current spot. He raised the blanket up and covered his youngest son. “Now sleep, you look tired. I’ll be going to bed myself soon, alright?”
Caesar nodded his head before dozing off. Drang smiled lightly and leaned over, giving a kiss onto Caesar’s cheek.
“Goodnight and sweet dreams.” He ran a hand through Caesar’s crazy hair and brushed away a few red bangs from the forehead before standing up and moving away. Drang glanced around the room before heading towards his own and inside. He was getting sleepy and he would like nothing better if he could rest the entire day. That, however, would never happen. He knew he would be pestered by his family about last night and there was no escaping it. Drang sighed and snuck into his bed covers, nuzzling into his pillow without bothering in taking anything off.
He was about to doze off when he heard the door open. Drang mentally groaned, gripping his pillow, it has already begun. By the sounds of the shuffling, he could tell it was only three people and that could only mean his sons. They circles around him before getting nearer on each side, opening the covers. Drang decided to lift himself up slightly and stare at the group.
“What are you doing?”
Caesar was first to answer, however, Creed just jumped into the bed. “Staying here.” The red head followed soon after, Yuan as well, snuggling against his father and brothers.
Drang blinked his eyes before relaxing, falling back onto the bed for sleep. Guess the questioning will wait.
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Days and weeks passed after that. Drang had gone back to Mark’s whenever he had free time, mostly during the night. He never called to make arrangements or make any advance appointment on that, he just always said that he’ll be coming back sooner or later. However, it wasn’t always about the sex, sometimes they would just cuddle together on the couch and watch a movie or go out to eat and if both of them were up to it, they would go out for a walk. Mark didn’t mind at all, he actually enjoyed spending time with the other and so did Drang.
“Hey, Drang? Am I supposed to meet your family?” Mark asked one day after sex, lying to the side, his arms wrapped around the pale body.
The albino shifted and opened his eyes at the question. “My family? You want to meet my family?”
Mark blinked at the surprised tone. “Yeah, is that wrong?”
Drang just sighed, rising a hand up to his face. “I don’t know. But I know that they’ve been getting suspicious about where I’ve been going.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The older man shifted his hand away and brushed away a few loose bangs on Mark’s forehead, tucking them behind the ear. “I wouldn’t put it past them to start stalking me. Both Caesar and Creed are smart, they’ll start figuring it out, that is, if they already haven’t.”
“Wow, you’re family is weird.”
“Already know that.”
Mark just laughed happily, kissing Drang before nestling into the soft white locks, smelling the weak scent of vanilla. The albino reached down to pull the covers higher, coverings up their naked forms.
“Plus, I wouldn’t put it past them especially my brother and Yuan.” Drang started. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were watching me right now in this bed.”
“Huh?”
“Go to sleep.” Drang closed his eyes, dozing off. Mark stared at him questionably before shrugging his shoulders and decided to return the gesture, moving against the other man.
Unannounced to them, or only to Mark apparently, the entire Metamorcy family was staring in wonder. They had not only have been watching them, they had even seen the sex scene that had played out wonderfully. Cradle giggled at the memory but at the same time felt slightly suspicious at the other person. Oh well, he trusted his brother enough to not get someone dangerous.
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Drang headed up the familiar hallway to the area where Mark lived. He had finally shaken off the pestering looks of his family, which he was certain by now that they knew about his relationship with Mark. He sighed tiredly, hoping that tonight wouldn’t result in a sex marathon, he wasn’t really in the mood for that.
As he got closer, he heard a crashing sound and some yells from before him and stopped at the door. He was about to knock on it when those sounds occurred again, this time able to locate it inside Mark’s room. Drang raised an eyebrow and instead of opening it, he just went through like a ghost, wanting to keep his presence a secret.
However, upon the sight, he felt otherwise. There was Mark, holding a plate in hand, backing away from the other person in the room. He recognized him as the man from before when he had first arrived. The man was grinning wickedly, nearing Mark in lust.
“I said stay away!” Mark screamed, holding the plate up, using it as a weapon.
“Come on, Mark. Why’d you leave me? Is it because of that white-haired one?” The man cooed, ignoring the warning. He had his arms open, his face twisted into a predatory look.
“Leave him out of this!”
The man suddenly smirked. “Oh I get it. You love this one. How sweet.”
Mark stopped, blinking his eyes. “I…love him?” The plate relaxed for a second, confusion in his eyes. But it was at that moment that the man launched himself at the other, pushing them both down to the ground. Mark snapped out of his daze, glaring coldly above. “You bastard! Let me go!”
The man didn’t listen to the request and grinned, reaching up to capture Mark’s hands. He grabbed both and raised them up above his head and took out something. Drang watched behind, he had to make sure of something first. Did Mark really love him? Or was he more like a fuck buddy? As much as he hated having to watch this transpire, he needed to know. He didn’t want his heart to break after so long.
“Wha-” Mark suddenly noticed that he could no longer move his hands and glanced up as a pair of handcuffs connected him to the table that was nailed down to the floor. His eyes widened in fear and tried to break free.
“And now you’re trapped.” The man chuckled, taking off his belt and licked his lips. “That person you love can’t have a whore like you. You’re too dirty for all his whiteness.”
“Shut up! What do you know?!”
“Oh but I know, you’re just like me.”
Mark paused for a second in his struggling and then started to tear. “S-So what if it’s true that-” The man paused so did Drang. “-I do love him…but!” The fire returned to his eyes. “I’m not a fucking whore! And I’m not yours!” He screamed, kicking the person away. Drang clenched his fist, he had gotten the answer he wanted and decided it was time to step in. He stormed closer, summoning his weapon that looked familiarly like a scythe in his hands and swung it around to test his hands before making a quick slash. The man that was straddling Mark’s waist was sent flying with a large gash at his side. He landed on the ground with a groan with a little bit of blood getting on the floor. Drang held the heavy scythe with ease and held it out. The brunet sat up or tried to with the handcuffs on and stared at Drang with happiness. “Drang!”
The albino rushed over, slicing the metal apart and reached down to help Mark up to his feet. He glanced to the intruder, who was glaring and holding his side.
“So you’re the one.” The man grunted. “I must admit that you’re quite pretty, it’s no wonder why Mark picked you, however that expression of yours is quite dull. Boring if you ask me.”
Drang didn’t bother listening and just stated clearly. “Leave.”
Conversely, Mark took that as an insult. “Don’t speak to him like that! He’ll always be better than you!”
The man tsk’ed before leaving, taking one last glance at the couple and closed the door behind. It was obvious that he would be back sooner or later. Drang sighed, making the scythe disappear and turned to his lover.
“You alright?”
Mark nodded his head weakly and gazed over his home. Parts of it had been smashed during the fight and he groaned at the thought of cleaning this up. Drang noticed the mess as well and grabbed Mark’s arm. Using his magic, he snapped his fingers and everything went back to normal, the room all cleaned up.
“Wow…that’s handy. Though I still don’t how it works…” Mark smiled happily. “Thanks…for everything.”
Drang peeked at the other from the corner of his eye.
“I bet from now on you’ll be the one to get me out of trouble.” The brunet laughed, stepping forward. “And I bet that you were just wandering the area listening in.”
The albino nodded, proving that he had indeed been eavesdropping.
“I thought so, but you know, I wasn’t lying. I really do love you…more than anything.” The brunet muttered but then felt himself being pulled away. “Huh? What?” He watched Drang drag him out the door to his apartment and flicked his hand. The door behind closed, locking itself and soon after, the scene disappeared and they reappeared in front of a large house. “Isn’t this…your place?”
“You’re staying here from now on.” Drang commanded, dragging the other inside, opening the door with ease. “You won’t have to bother about anyone coming after you anymore. I’ll be at your side.”
“Are you sure about this? I mean, wouldn’t your family question about us?” Mark asked, looking around the area and at the windows. “I know I’m not exactly someone that should be with you.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” A voice spoke from behind. Mark turned around and caught the bright red hair and gulped. Mark remembered from one of Drang’s previous conversations that the only red head in the entire family was his youngest son, Caesar. But just to make sure, he asked politely. “Are you…Caesar?”
The red head tilted his head to the side. “Yes, that’s right. And you’re Mark, who has worked numerous jobs, mostly ones that are extremely dangerous to meet ends with your family and that you’re screwing my father. Though, that shouldn’t be any problem once you really come to live here.”
Mark flinched back, not expecting that tone. “…Yeah but please understand that I only took those jobs because they gave me more money.”
“But it also had no morals; it was the dirty type of jobs.”
The brunet allowed his shoulders sink at that. “…Yeah.”
“Caesar, please stop trying to make Mark feel bad. We’ve already had some trouble already, I’d appreciate if everyone kept their mouths shut on the questioning.” Drang ordered, snatching Mark’s hand. He didn’t look back as he dragged the other to his bedroom and closed the door, locking it. ‘But that won’t stop them from peeking.’ Drang took off his coat and shoes, placing them neatly into a chair and turned to Mark, who was sitting on his bed in panic.
“Drang, you’re family already suspects me! What happens if they say ‘No’!?” Mark bit his nails, struggling with his shoes. “I mean I’m-” He was cut off by a pair of lips, silencing him. Mark stared up at Drang, who had made the action, and saw a smile.
“Oh shut up and stop worrying, it isn’t like you.” The albino scolded, settling next to the other. He leaned against the shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth. “My family are nice people, a little stubborn and ridiculous, but good caring people. They won’t make any assumptions unless you do something to upset them. Most of us ignore things in the past unless it’s really bad but you have good reasons for taking on those jobs. The future is what we should be worrying about. So as long as you don’t do anything stupid, its fine and we’re pretty forgiving people, though we do have a couple of fights here and there but that doesn’t count since sooner or later we’ll get on each other’s nerves.”
“Drang!” Mark grinned, jumping his lover with happiness. They both fell to the bed, the brunet on top, smirking. He kissed Drang strongly, deepening it as he pushed them up the bed. A loud moan came from the back of Drang’s throat, his fingers running through the brown hair.
Behind them, the family was sneaking a peek with a grin on their faces.
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Few Days Later…
Mark chuckled to himself as he headed down the stairs at the scent of breakfast still cooking. As Drang had said before, he had gotten along with the Metamorcy family quite well, they even seemed to like him, though it was probably along the lines of him making Drang happy and to the point of him smiling. Of course, when Drang had done that, a few of the members in the house almost had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital with the head leader doing CPR on the poor victims. He got along with Cradle really well since the guy liked to share ideas for sex and Mark listened, getting his own on what to do next. It was none-the-less fun. There had been a few arguments about him but nothing much or more.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he was met with his lover dressed in his usual black garments, Caesar and Creed at his side helping, gathering the dishes and food together. They all turned to him.
Drang smiled lightly. “Morning.”
Mark returned the gesture, heading over to his boyfriend, giving a quick kiss. “Morning.”
“D-Drang?” He stared at the white-haired man in shock. The other person in the room stepped into view but Drang ignored him. He felt stupid at thinking in whatever-the-hell-he-was-thinking for getting his hopes up as his hand remains risen up, ready to knock the door. He lowered it, stepped back and turned away.
“Sorry for disturbing you.” The albino spoke softly, strolling away. “Hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” He went down the other way, wanting nothing more than to disappear from view and go home. Drang wanted to vanish and with his chest tightening in depression, he wasn’t sure as to what was happening to him. He couldn’t really be feeling anything for the other? Could he? But he had never felt this way before and he wasn’t happy about how he was feeling about this matter either, it was like his heart had been ripped out.
Mark, who was still at the door in shock, suddenly realized what was going on and snapped out of it. He looked at the thin retreating figure. “Drang! Wait!” He ran after the receding albino, ignoring the person behind.
“Mark! What’s going on?! What are you doing?!”
The brunet turned to him. “Go home! And never come back!” He didn’t bother in seeing the person’s face and went back to running after Drang. When the other realized that he was being chased, which wasn’t long, he started to run as well and went into the emergency exit, heading up the stairs. There were about twenty floors until the top where both knew that Drang could get away from with his magic. Mark growled, trying to catch up and was rushing up the stairs. “Drang! Please wait!”
Drang didn’t bother in listening or replying and continued up the steps. He passed the tenth row when suddenly he slipped on the third step up on the eleventh pair. He let out a little cry, feeling his weight fall back and closed his eyes to wait for the horrible impact but it never came. Instead of the hard ground, he had landed into something soft and warm and could hear the heavy sounds of a beating heart against his back. There were deep breaths of air above and two arms wrapped around his body, holding him still. His black eyes gazed up at the brunet and spotted the gray orbs that were filled with terror.
Mark sighed in relief. “Just in time.” He dragged the albino to the wall and sat down, letting Drang lean against it. The brunet made sure that the older man was on the floor but he looked slightly cautious. He took off the albino’s shoe from the foot that had slipped and looked at it carefully, lifting it up and wiggled the foot around carefully, watching Drang’s expression for a respond and got one. The other had winced, grounding his teeth together in pain and let out a silent hiss. “Okay, I believe that it’s twisted but not broken, though knowing your high-speed regeneration abilities. It should be healed up by tomorrow.”
“Yeah, it should.” Drang muttered, staring at the ground.
Mark sighed. “Look, Drang. You should have told me that you were coming. If you had, you wouldn’t have to see that.”
“I know. It’s my fault entirely. I should have never come.” He tried to stand up but Mark wouldn’t let him, holding him down. Drang narrowed his eyes. “Let me go.”
“No.” Mark didn’t listen and reached down, scooping Drang up into his arms in a bridal style. The albino didn’t fight back and wrapped his arm along his neck, grumbling.
“I can walk.”
“No, you can’t. Don’t lie.” There was a smile on the brunet’s features, obviously happy at what had happened and held the other closer. He had to reach down to pick up the almost forgotten shoe and placed it on Drang’s stomach, making sure it wouldn’t fall off. “How unusual. You’re not wearing you coat.”
“I forgot to put it on.” Drang muttered, burying his face into the soft shoulder. This reminded him of all the times he had to be carried back to his room at those bases. After all, he would be too sore to walk and no one but Mark would come near him or be daring enough. Drang tightened his grip along the other and didn’t fight back, knowing that it would be no use. They headed into the elevator since it was impossible to go back down through the stairs and waited for the ‘ding’. Drang decided to ask. “Why were you with that person in the first place?”
Mark gazed at their reflection in the mirrors that were attached to the metal box as if he had grown another head. “Huh? Why not? I don’t really belong to anyone…yet so I should be allowed to do anything I want but I’ll defiantly cut all ties with all of them when I find that perfect somebody. The one I want to spend my life with.”
“I…see.” Drang, as much as he wanted to, didn’t ask about this ‘them’, deciding to put it away. Instead, he made a comment as the doors opened. “That’s sounds cheesy.”
“Yeah, yeah but it’s true.”
“Perhaps.”
“Okay, here we are.” Mark announced when they reached his door, though Drang was sure he had dozed off for those moments of coming here, and kicked it open, which was unlocked. They entered with Mark immediately dropped Drang onto the couch and the shoe that had been there, fell off to the floor with a loud ‘thump’. Drang sat up, looking slightly embarrassed at everything that had happened.
“Thanks.”
“No problem. Now to get the phone. You want to call someone to pick you up, right?” There was a slight depressed tone but Mark continued with his motives. As much as he wanted the other to stay, he knew that Drang wouldn’t come his way even though there was the fact that the man had come to him of all people. But after that little meeting, he had probably ruined any chances he knew he hardly had from the very beginning. As Mark went around the couch, he was stopped…by a pale hand.
“Wait.” Drang muttered, earning the brunet’s attention instantly. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m not.” Mark argued with a smile. “I’m just getting the phone for you. I’ll be right back. After all, your family is important to you, right?”
There was a long pause before the albino spoke. “…Sleep with me.”
Mark blinked. Had he heard that right? Were his ears deceiving him? “What?”
Drang gazed into his gray eyes with that serious look he always had on. “Sleep with me.”
“You’re kidding…right?” The brunet paused, observing the other’s expression. “…No, you’re not.” Mark blinked again before grinning as an idea came into his mind. “You’re not going to take it back, right?” He watched Drang shake his head. “Alright then.” He immediately jumped the albino, pushing him down, straddling his waist with care. His face was right above Drang’s, staring down. He closed the distance between them, claiming the other with a light kiss but it quickly got deeper and heated. Mark wasted no time in wiggling his way into Drang’s mouth, exploring it freely after prying it open. He could taste the rich spices on his buds and loved it, wanting more. Drang made a slight noise before responding gently, keeping still while shifting his arms around into a better position. Mark’s fingers reached into the silky white hair and grasped it tightly, pushing the other forward to deepen the kiss. But then he broke away.
Drang took a deep breath, eyes slightly wide at the attack and licked his lips. “Mark?”
“I’ll do it under three conditions.” Mark knew he had Drang stuck underneath him. “Number one, you belong solely to me. No one else can have you unless something happens like I die or along those lines. Or-”
“I get it.” Drang cut in.
“Okay, number two is that you must let go of all those walls you’ve been putting up to prevent anything from hurting you or else I’ll feel like I’m screwing a doll. And let me tell you, that isn’t fun. I like it when I can hear the sounds you’re making. Finally, the last one is that you must obey me completely.”
Drang narrowed his eyes instantly. “The other two I’m fine with but my answer is no.” He pushed himself up, tying to escape from Mark’s grasp but he was suddenly grabbed with two arms and was tied down. “Mark!”
The brunet was grinning. “I thought you’d say that so maybe I should change that one slightly. How about no running away from me anymore or your feelings? You know, I think I like that one better.”
Drang relaxed and then sighed. “Fine, fine, you win. I’ll do all three. But that also means that you can’t sleep with anyone else but me.”
“I know and I gladly accept.” Mark chuckled, leaning over to the point that his breath was brushing up against Drang’s right cheek and ear. “I know.” His grip loosened and instead went down and up the shoulder blades. Mark kissed along the neck, sending shivers up Drang’s spine, and headed to his ear while he undressed the albino. He scattered the clothes to the ground except for his own and stared down at the naked body with lust. “You have a great body. I guess I should have expected no less than the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Drang muttered, a red tint on his face.
Mark blinked at the color. “Are you blushing?” He reached up and touched the cheeks softly, using his thumb to rub along the skin. “You are…” A large grin broke onto his expression. “You look so much better with a little bit of color on your pale face. I like it.” He took the rosy lips that seemed brighter to the complexion for a heated kiss, shoving Drang back down to the couch. The white-haired man moaned softly at the touch, raising his hands up to wrap them around Mark’s neck. The other’s hands went down the naked body below until he touched a part that made Drang jump but he soon relaxed afterwards. Seeing the change, Mark played with the erection, able to tell that the other was slowly loosing himself to the pleasure. Drang had to struggle and couldn’t figure out if he should moan, grasp for breath or fight back in the kiss. All of the options were so good to him but he didn’t know what to choose. However, he didn’t need to think long when Mark broke away, stopping what he was doing. “Seems you’re listening to my request.”
Drang took a deep breath, eyes half-closed. “Of course, I am. But I feel somewhat naked at doing this.”
Mark raised an eyebrow at this, staring over the nude form underneath.
“No mentally. I feel like I’m free for anyone to see.”
“Hmm…Well I think you’re better this way.” The brunet leaned back over, working on the pink nipple that had hardened under all the attention that the body had been getting. He sucked gently on it, hearing a soft moan and felt Drang arc his back a little bit to raise himself up to meet his devilish tongue. He chuckled in response and nibbled on the tip with his white teeth before pulling it up while continuing the sucking.
“Ah! Mark!” Drang cried. “You’re teasing me!”
“Why not?” Mark pulled back for a moment, grinning evilly. “I think you would look wonderful if you turned into a puddle of bubbling emotions plus, I like your beautiful voice. It’s so sweet and sugary.”
“And now you’re making me blush.”
“Ahaha!” The brunet retracted away from the nipple and went to the next one, doing the same thing to it. Drang continued to gasp and moan at the touches, feeling himself already reaching his limit. The handjob below was driving him nuts and there was no way to protect himself from the pleasurable bliss he was receiving. He had never truly allowed his barriers around him to fall, never, and now that he had to, it felt so strange to him. Everything was now coming at him at full force and somehow, he didn’t want things to return back to how it originally was.
“Mark!” Drang screamed as he came violently into Mark’s waiting hand, relaxing back into the couch. He felt tired and drained but he knew, and so did his gut, that this was only the beginning. He watched Mark pause in his actions and sat up on his thighs, staring at his cummed hand. The brunet smirked and licked the liquid with a crazed look in his eyes and face. Drang gulped, backing away slightly. “M-Mark?”
“A bit bitter but that’s okay.” The other wiped his hand on the couch before gazing back at Drang’s features. “Now then, onto round two.”
Drang sat up at this announcement. “Mark!”
The brunet waved a finger. “Oh no, you don’t. We made a deal that you wouldn’t run away. No escaping from this. The first part was to see if you’ll really let down those barriers of yours and you did so now for the best part, mind-blowing sex.” Mark didn’t bother in waiting for a response as he pushed himself back along the other’s legs, spreading them apart. Drang gasped, sitting up further, knowing what was going to happen next. He knew he couldn’t argue or do anything back since the deal was still in effect and he planned on keeping it…even as he felt a finger push its way up his ass.
“M-Mark!”
“Oh, that’s right.” Mark pondered out loud, his forefinger inside Drang’s entrance, wiggling it around inside, watching the older man squirm at the touch. “I’ve never prepared you before. I always had to head straight in without any lube and make you bleed. I guess this time I’ll be nice and easy.” He chuckled evilly as he thrusted the finger in and out, observing Drang move around at the foreign feeling.
The albino paused for a moment and turned to him. He was able to keep himself calm and his voice together but for how long? “Mark, can’t you just get inside of me?”
“But that would ruin my fun.” The younger man placed in the second finger, making scissor-like actions inside the moist heat. “Plus, you can’t run away, meaning, you can’t spoil my fun at all.”
“Damn you.” Drang cursed his luck, now regretting in making that stupid deal. His thoughts were cut short when the third and final digit slipped in. He let out a cry while facing Mark, seeing the arrogant grin. Oh he was going to get the other back for this one day.
Mark leaned over and gave a quick kiss, hoping that might relax the other. He could feel the muscles below tightening at each movement and he knew it would hurt badly for Drang if he tried to go in right now. “Relax Drang, relax. It’s not going to hurt by the way I’m doing this.”
“You…never know.” The white-haired man grunted, rolling in his spot. “And I’m pretty certain that there’ll always be pain in this. True, it won’t be much with what you’re doing…but it’s so damn uncomfortable!”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“…Oh…”
Drang raised an eyebrow at that response. “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing.” Mark sang happily, tearing the digits out and began spreading the pale legs further apart.
“Hey, wait!” Drang scolded. “Why aren’t you undressing?!”
The brunet paused. “Don’t feel like it. After all, someone has to keep you warm after this. It sometimes gets cold in here.” Mark chuckled, positioning himself for penetration and smirked at the waiting look he was receiving. “I see you’re getting impatient.” But then a thought occurred in his mind. He needed to know one more thing before doing anything. “Still, what made you think about coming to me of all people?”
Drang groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t get any pleasure until he answered the question. “What else would I come to you for?”
“Don’t lie.” Mark snapped.
“I’m not-”
“Yes, you do know. I don’t know how I can do it but I can tell when you’re lying. And you’re doing it right now.”
Drang fell silent and glanced away but after that happened, his face was grabbed. Mark forced the black eyes to stare at him.
“Tell me.”
“…Alone.”
Mark blinked, only able to catch the end of it. “What?”
“I’m lonely.” Drang spoke with his eyes downcast. “I’m so alone. I feel like there’s no one there for me.”
“And so you came to me to get rid of that feeling.” Mark pieced everything together and watched as Drang nod his head. He leaned over, licking away the growing tears in the black eyes. “There, there. I won’t leave you. You just wanted to be loved…and maybe a little spoiled by someone. You have to take care of everyone and never receive anything in return. You give and give and give until you’re tired out and empty. You know that your family has their own lives to live and they’re not ignoring you and you know that but that still makes you lonely. Am I correct?”
“How…” Drang stared up into the gray orbs. “How are you able to see right through me so well?”
“Because I can.” Mark took that distracted moment to edge himself into his lover’s tight hole. A loud gasp came from below, Drang bending his back in accordance. The brunet grinned, sliding in easily and held himself there. “There, that wasn’t too hard.”
“B-Bastard…” Drang leaned back but along that, he was reaching up, his hands tangling into the soft brown locks. He liked the feeling of hair in his fingers and it calmed him down. “Move already.”
“Right, right.” Mark pulled back a little before shoving himself back in. Drang let out a little sound, tilting his head to the side. His body shivered at each thrust and moaned softly. His grip tightened, dragging Mark down to his level so he could feel the warm breath along his cheeks. Mark grunted, feeling the muscles tighten on him. “Damn, you’re tight. Must have been a while since you’ve had sex.”
“It…has.” Drang groaned, feeling each thrust into his body and loved that sensation that came with it. His body felt warm and full, a different feeling then he usually felt with anyone else. His hands shifted down to grasp the shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. His face flushed deeply and bits of sweat started to form on his naked body. “Mark…”
“You look so great like that…So beautiful.” Mark reached up, rubbing the pale cheeks with his thumbs, staring into the black eyes. “I’m so glad you’re such a keeper and that you’re mine.”
Drang took a deep breath and made a glare. “You...You’re avoiding it.”
Mark gave an innocent expression. “Avoiding what? This?” He pounded into the body, going deep enough to hit the prostate gland. Drang made a sharp cry as hot pleasure shocked his nerves and whiteness covered his vision.
“Yes! There!”
The brunet leaned closer, nudging himself back into that spot. “There?” Drang nodded his head. “Only if you kiss me.”
Drang didn’t need to be told twice as he used his grip to pull Mark down, crushing their lips together. He deepened it himself, making sure that the other wouldn’t get away. Mark chuckled into it and did as he promised. The albino broke away to moan loudly, little teardrops streaming down the side. He didn’t know if they were coming out from the pain, pleasure or happiness and just decided not to bother thinking about it. He wanted this and wasn’t going to allow the other to stop anytime soon.
Mark continued to strike into the gland, knowing that it was driving Drang crazy. He softly groaned as he felt the inside muscles tighten along his member. He was close, so close. As he felt that, he quickened the rhythm, wanting more to come himself than to pleasure Drang. Mark pounded into the body below, gripping the pale shoulders for a better grip.
“Ah! Mark!” Drang cried, closing his eyes together in an effort to control himself but his control didn’t return. He had lost it long ago in the process. “Mark! Harder!”
Mark smiled, watching Drang’s expressions show themselves. This was actually the first time he had ever seen something different than a blank face and sometimes a frown and anger. Could pleasure really do this much to him? Or was it because of the walls that had been torn down halt his emotions? Either way, he was making sure he remembered these wonderful faces. “Almost…there.” His body, through clothed, was covered in a thin layer of sweat but Drang had it worse. He kicked his lips and stared down at the glistering flesh. How would it taste?
“Mark! Ah!” Drang screamed as he reached his limit, spraying across his chest. His grip on Mark’s shoulder tightened and accidentally clawed his way through the clothes before collapsing back. But he wasn’t allowed much rest as Mark continued to thrust into him. His body bounced at the hits until he felt something warm inside, obviously meaning that the other had finally come himself. Mark bended over but he didn’t look tired even though he was taking deep breaths to get his beating heart back into a slower pace. Drang stared up with weary and tired eyes but he knew what was going to happen next and knew he wouldn’t be able to get away but that didn’t mean he didn’t like it.
“Looks like round two is done.” Mark gasped, quickly regaining his breathing patterns. He licked his lips again and leaned over, licking along the stomach skin. Drang blinked his eyes. “Sweet and salty. Strange combination but lovely.”
Mark shifted a little, moving Drang slightly. “Now onto round three. Get onto your belly.”
The albino sat there for a second before complying, turning around. His chest was against the cushions with his ass in the air. He could feel droplets of Mark’s cum drip down the back of his leg and it was ticklish. He felt the cold hands slid down his ass and widen his butt cheeks.
“Alright, here we go.”
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Mark stared down at the sleeping albino on his couch that had his hands wrapped around his waist. His head was resting on their shared pillow while he stroked the white hair that was still wet even after finishing a couple more rounds of sex an hour ago. He could hear the even inhalation and watched as Drang nuzzled into his chest for warmth. A smile was on his face while Drang had a more peaceful expression.
“You really look great like that.”
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Drang sighed and winced slightly as his lower portion of his body still throbbed from last night. He walked to the front door of his house and stared at it before taking a deep breath. He had been gone all night until the morning which was about six-thirty right now. He knew that everyone was still asleep at this moment even the maids, who were mostly robots, they were Caesar’s creation and he didn’t feel like bugging his son for answers. Opening the door, he glanced around the room, seeing if there was really anyone here. Early in the morning, he had promised that he would come back again to Mark, sometime this week, not sure when but he knew he would. But last night had been great and he couldn’t wait to go back to get some more though he could do without the part of the multiple rounds that had seemed to drag on forever. He didn’t fall asleep until two which only gave him only five hours of rest but that was fine with him. As he went deeper into his house, there was a short hitch of breath and he froze instantly. Drang turned to the area he had heard it from and wandered over to the couches. Looking over them, he let a weak smile appear on his face at the scene. Everyone except for the maids was here sleeping together. His sons were on one couch, huddled together with Creed taking on as the pillow for all of them. Yuan snuggled into Creed’s chest while Caesar had his arms wrapped around his waist. The next one over had his brother and Shadow and they two were huddled as one, facing each other. Mull, Yuan’s son, had one to himself, his body draped over the cushions, hair down from his usual ponytail. Next were Whisper and Strangle and finally Dart, who was sleeping by himself. Shaking his head at how they were dressed since it was cold in the house, he went closer.
‘They’re going to get sick at this rate.’ Drang thought as he silently waved his hand, summoning a blanket into them. He covered up the group closest to him, which was his brother and his boyfriend, tucking the item in. Cradle shuffled for a second, gripping tighter on Shadow before falling back asleep. He did the same thing too to the other couple, Mull, and Dart, making sure they were as comfortable as possible without waking either of them up. Finally, he went to his sons and paused. ‘This is going to be a little tricky. One wrong move and Caesar or Creed will wake up.’ Drang silently grumbled and summoned for the last blanket, gently placing the item on them. His hands moved swiftly and shifted Yuan a little to make Creed a little more comfy.
“Dad?” A voice whispered from below, soft and tired. Drang gazed down to it and stared into the red eyes that were half-open. Caesar yawned with a sigh of relief on his face. “So you’re back.”
“Yes, I am.” He watched as Caesar tried to sit up. “Wait, don’t.” He pushed against him until he was back in his current spot. He raised the blanket up and covered his youngest son. “Now sleep, you look tired. I’ll be going to bed myself soon, alright?”
Caesar nodded his head before dozing off. Drang smiled lightly and leaned over, giving a kiss onto Caesar’s cheek.
“Goodnight and sweet dreams.” He ran a hand through Caesar’s crazy hair and brushed away a few red bangs from the forehead before standing up and moving away. Drang glanced around the room before heading towards his own and inside. He was getting sleepy and he would like nothing better if he could rest the entire day. That, however, would never happen. He knew he would be pestered by his family about last night and there was no escaping it. Drang sighed and snuck into his bed covers, nuzzling into his pillow without bothering in taking anything off.
He was about to doze off when he heard the door open. Drang mentally groaned, gripping his pillow, it has already begun. By the sounds of the shuffling, he could tell it was only three people and that could only mean his sons. They circles around him before getting nearer on each side, opening the covers. Drang decided to lift himself up slightly and stare at the group.
“What are you doing?”
Caesar was first to answer, however, Creed just jumped into the bed. “Staying here.” The red head followed soon after, Yuan as well, snuggling against his father and brothers.
Drang blinked his eyes before relaxing, falling back onto the bed for sleep. Guess the questioning will wait.
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Days and weeks passed after that. Drang had gone back to Mark’s whenever he had free time, mostly during the night. He never called to make arrangements or make any advance appointment on that, he just always said that he’ll be coming back sooner or later. However, it wasn’t always about the sex, sometimes they would just cuddle together on the couch and watch a movie or go out to eat and if both of them were up to it, they would go out for a walk. Mark didn’t mind at all, he actually enjoyed spending time with the other and so did Drang.
“Hey, Drang? Am I supposed to meet your family?” Mark asked one day after sex, lying to the side, his arms wrapped around the pale body.
The albino shifted and opened his eyes at the question. “My family? You want to meet my family?”
Mark blinked at the surprised tone. “Yeah, is that wrong?”
Drang just sighed, rising a hand up to his face. “I don’t know. But I know that they’ve been getting suspicious about where I’ve been going.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” The older man shifted his hand away and brushed away a few loose bangs on Mark’s forehead, tucking them behind the ear. “I wouldn’t put it past them to start stalking me. Both Caesar and Creed are smart, they’ll start figuring it out, that is, if they already haven’t.”
“Wow, you’re family is weird.”
“Already know that.”
Mark just laughed happily, kissing Drang before nestling into the soft white locks, smelling the weak scent of vanilla. The albino reached down to pull the covers higher, coverings up their naked forms.
“Plus, I wouldn’t put it past them especially my brother and Yuan.” Drang started. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were watching me right now in this bed.”
“Huh?”
“Go to sleep.” Drang closed his eyes, dozing off. Mark stared at him questionably before shrugging his shoulders and decided to return the gesture, moving against the other man.
Unannounced to them, or only to Mark apparently, the entire Metamorcy family was staring in wonder. They had not only have been watching them, they had even seen the sex scene that had played out wonderfully. Cradle giggled at the memory but at the same time felt slightly suspicious at the other person. Oh well, he trusted his brother enough to not get someone dangerous.
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Drang headed up the familiar hallway to the area where Mark lived. He had finally shaken off the pestering looks of his family, which he was certain by now that they knew about his relationship with Mark. He sighed tiredly, hoping that tonight wouldn’t result in a sex marathon, he wasn’t really in the mood for that.
As he got closer, he heard a crashing sound and some yells from before him and stopped at the door. He was about to knock on it when those sounds occurred again, this time able to locate it inside Mark’s room. Drang raised an eyebrow and instead of opening it, he just went through like a ghost, wanting to keep his presence a secret.
However, upon the sight, he felt otherwise. There was Mark, holding a plate in hand, backing away from the other person in the room. He recognized him as the man from before when he had first arrived. The man was grinning wickedly, nearing Mark in lust.
“I said stay away!” Mark screamed, holding the plate up, using it as a weapon.
“Come on, Mark. Why’d you leave me? Is it because of that white-haired one?” The man cooed, ignoring the warning. He had his arms open, his face twisted into a predatory look.
“Leave him out of this!”
The man suddenly smirked. “Oh I get it. You love this one. How sweet.”
Mark stopped, blinking his eyes. “I…love him?” The plate relaxed for a second, confusion in his eyes. But it was at that moment that the man launched himself at the other, pushing them both down to the ground. Mark snapped out of his daze, glaring coldly above. “You bastard! Let me go!”
The man didn’t listen to the request and grinned, reaching up to capture Mark’s hands. He grabbed both and raised them up above his head and took out something. Drang watched behind, he had to make sure of something first. Did Mark really love him? Or was he more like a fuck buddy? As much as he hated having to watch this transpire, he needed to know. He didn’t want his heart to break after so long.
“Wha-” Mark suddenly noticed that he could no longer move his hands and glanced up as a pair of handcuffs connected him to the table that was nailed down to the floor. His eyes widened in fear and tried to break free.
“And now you’re trapped.” The man chuckled, taking off his belt and licked his lips. “That person you love can’t have a whore like you. You’re too dirty for all his whiteness.”
“Shut up! What do you know?!”
“Oh but I know, you’re just like me.”
Mark paused for a second in his struggling and then started to tear. “S-So what if it’s true that-” The man paused so did Drang. “-I do love him…but!” The fire returned to his eyes. “I’m not a fucking whore! And I’m not yours!” He screamed, kicking the person away. Drang clenched his fist, he had gotten the answer he wanted and decided it was time to step in. He stormed closer, summoning his weapon that looked familiarly like a scythe in his hands and swung it around to test his hands before making a quick slash. The man that was straddling Mark’s waist was sent flying with a large gash at his side. He landed on the ground with a groan with a little bit of blood getting on the floor. Drang held the heavy scythe with ease and held it out. The brunet sat up or tried to with the handcuffs on and stared at Drang with happiness. “Drang!”
The albino rushed over, slicing the metal apart and reached down to help Mark up to his feet. He glanced to the intruder, who was glaring and holding his side.
“So you’re the one.” The man grunted. “I must admit that you’re quite pretty, it’s no wonder why Mark picked you, however that expression of yours is quite dull. Boring if you ask me.”
Drang didn’t bother listening and just stated clearly. “Leave.”
Conversely, Mark took that as an insult. “Don’t speak to him like that! He’ll always be better than you!”
The man tsk’ed before leaving, taking one last glance at the couple and closed the door behind. It was obvious that he would be back sooner or later. Drang sighed, making the scythe disappear and turned to his lover.
“You alright?”
Mark nodded his head weakly and gazed over his home. Parts of it had been smashed during the fight and he groaned at the thought of cleaning this up. Drang noticed the mess as well and grabbed Mark’s arm. Using his magic, he snapped his fingers and everything went back to normal, the room all cleaned up.
“Wow…that’s handy. Though I still don’t how it works…” Mark smiled happily. “Thanks…for everything.”
Drang peeked at the other from the corner of his eye.
“I bet from now on you’ll be the one to get me out of trouble.” The brunet laughed, stepping forward. “And I bet that you were just wandering the area listening in.”
The albino nodded, proving that he had indeed been eavesdropping.
“I thought so, but you know, I wasn’t lying. I really do love you…more than anything.” The brunet muttered but then felt himself being pulled away. “Huh? What?” He watched Drang drag him out the door to his apartment and flicked his hand. The door behind closed, locking itself and soon after, the scene disappeared and they reappeared in front of a large house. “Isn’t this…your place?”
“You’re staying here from now on.” Drang commanded, dragging the other inside, opening the door with ease. “You won’t have to bother about anyone coming after you anymore. I’ll be at your side.”
“Are you sure about this? I mean, wouldn’t your family question about us?” Mark asked, looking around the area and at the windows. “I know I’m not exactly someone that should be with you.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that.” A voice spoke from behind. Mark turned around and caught the bright red hair and gulped. Mark remembered from one of Drang’s previous conversations that the only red head in the entire family was his youngest son, Caesar. But just to make sure, he asked politely. “Are you…Caesar?”
The red head tilted his head to the side. “Yes, that’s right. And you’re Mark, who has worked numerous jobs, mostly ones that are extremely dangerous to meet ends with your family and that you’re screwing my father. Though, that shouldn’t be any problem once you really come to live here.”
Mark flinched back, not expecting that tone. “…Yeah but please understand that I only took those jobs because they gave me more money.”
“But it also had no morals; it was the dirty type of jobs.”
The brunet allowed his shoulders sink at that. “…Yeah.”
“Caesar, please stop trying to make Mark feel bad. We’ve already had some trouble already, I’d appreciate if everyone kept their mouths shut on the questioning.” Drang ordered, snatching Mark’s hand. He didn’t look back as he dragged the other to his bedroom and closed the door, locking it. ‘But that won’t stop them from peeking.’ Drang took off his coat and shoes, placing them neatly into a chair and turned to Mark, who was sitting on his bed in panic.
“Drang, you’re family already suspects me! What happens if they say ‘No’!?” Mark bit his nails, struggling with his shoes. “I mean I’m-” He was cut off by a pair of lips, silencing him. Mark stared up at Drang, who had made the action, and saw a smile.
“Oh shut up and stop worrying, it isn’t like you.” The albino scolded, settling next to the other. He leaned against the shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth. “My family are nice people, a little stubborn and ridiculous, but good caring people. They won’t make any assumptions unless you do something to upset them. Most of us ignore things in the past unless it’s really bad but you have good reasons for taking on those jobs. The future is what we should be worrying about. So as long as you don’t do anything stupid, its fine and we’re pretty forgiving people, though we do have a couple of fights here and there but that doesn’t count since sooner or later we’ll get on each other’s nerves.”
“Drang!” Mark grinned, jumping his lover with happiness. They both fell to the bed, the brunet on top, smirking. He kissed Drang strongly, deepening it as he pushed them up the bed. A loud moan came from the back of Drang’s throat, his fingers running through the brown hair.
Behind them, the family was sneaking a peek with a grin on their faces.
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Few Days Later…
Mark chuckled to himself as he headed down the stairs at the scent of breakfast still cooking. As Drang had said before, he had gotten along with the Metamorcy family quite well, they even seemed to like him, though it was probably along the lines of him making Drang happy and to the point of him smiling. Of course, when Drang had done that, a few of the members in the house almost had a heart attack and was rushed to the hospital with the head leader doing CPR on the poor victims. He got along with Cradle really well since the guy liked to share ideas for sex and Mark listened, getting his own on what to do next. It was none-the-less fun. There had been a few arguments about him but nothing much or more.
As he stepped into the kitchen, he was met with his lover dressed in his usual black garments, Caesar and Creed at his side helping, gathering the dishes and food together. They all turned to him.
Drang smiled lightly. “Morning.”
Mark returned the gesture, heading over to his boyfriend, giving a quick kiss. “Morning.”