Marcos couldn't breathe.Julian's meaty hand was on his mouth, and nose, making it impossible for him to while his huge body pressed him down as he kept shoving himself inside him.And he hadn't even used lube!More tears poured out of his eyes as pain racked through his whole body. He was sure he would bleed, and he couldn't talk anymore since he had spend most of his time screaming."You like it, don't you?" Julian's voice slithered in his ear, making more disgust climb through his whole being. "Fuck, you feel so good."You'd get your revenge, Marcos. Just try to stay still.More sobs escaped his lips as he heard the bastard's moans increase before he fastened his pace, and cummed, inside him.Marcos thought he'd pass out when he felt the wetness pooling before Julian rolled off his body, letting out a relieved sigh and the next second, was out like a lightbulb.He tried sitting up, his body seeming to crack like glass the more he moved then looked down at his body. There was bruis
Marcos sat on his bed now, pulling his legs together as he stared at the door. Alex made him feel better. Always made him feel better. So she didn't deserve him being sad.No, he wasn't going to ruin it for her. He was going to stay happy and play with her. Just like they always did.Once though, she did come out and ask, "Bubbles, baby?"His eyes lit up and he nodded hurriedly.She chuckled and went back in. As she returned, she held him by the hand and took him to his bathroom, folding her hands and staring at him. "Take off your clothes and get in,"Marcos obliged, or was about to when he realized there was a mark on his stomach he wasn't supposed to have and pulled the shirt down his thighs, shaking his head.Alex raised an eyebrow. "What?""Shy."An incredulous look appeared on her face but she sighed, facepalming. "Aiit. There you go,""Nu. Tuwn,""Jeez," She turned around. "Done? Happy? Not like I haven't seen you a million times but okay."His cheeks began to heat up but he ig
Paris didn't sleep that night.Perhaps, he half expected she'd want to call him and ask for an explanation but he knew by now that she'd not even bother to hear his side.Besides, Hermes?Hermes was the god of trickery. It sounded like she already knew he didn't exactly have the best intentions in the beginning but he didn't think she'd just let him go so easily.Sunday passed and he didn't get a call or text.Monday for him was practically busy, considering how his teammates suddenly became friendly all over again, sending him thumbs up whenever they could and pats on his back that both irritated and frustrated him at the same time.Eventually, when the competition with the other school began, he fucked up the first half. Wrong passes, horrible shots, half assed dribbles.They were already behind fifty points."Holmes," His Coach looked liked he was ready to explode with how red his face was. "Is there something wrong? Mommy and Daddy problems perhaps?"Paris felt like punching him.
Paris tried to ignore the fact his cheeks were hitting up as he stared at her now. She had on thigh high black stockings, a big blue and black checkered shirt with her hair in her signature bun, except the braids were gone and it was her natural hair looking like a rabbit tail on her head while she let some strands dance around her face.And some makeup.She looked completely the same, and yet she managed to take his breath every single time. "Have you seen my phone? I can't find it,""Oh," He walked to her and placed it in her hand. "Here."He waited for her to ask what he was doing with it but she said nothing, pocketing the device before looking at him. "Would you like to go to a party, Hermes?""A party?"She nodded."I—" There was only one party she could be talking about, and with the way she was acting so calm, he wasn't sure he should go anywhere with her. "Well, you see, my Father doesn't like me going out much —""Its alright, he won't say no."He stared at her. "You do not
Alex woke first.The first thing she felt were the arms around her, keeping her pressed to a chest. Her head hurting until she remembered where she was.What happened last night.Sighing, she took his hands off her body carefully before sitting up and looking at him. Her eyes counting the freckles on his face and chuckling when she realized how stupid it was.Alex let her hand move to his hair. It was soft, and not as wavy as Marcos', but it tickled her fingers. Made her... Relax.Last night, after she brought him back home, she had wanted to leave. She still couldn't leave Adriana alone. It was one rule she wouldn't ever break, and even if she tried, Marcos wouldn't let her.Yet, she knew Paris had no idea about her Mother and had promised him that she'd talk to his Father, so she did.When she was sure he was asleep, she slipped out the room and walked to Sebastian's study. It had been late, but she knew he'd still be seated, waiting for her.She had sent a maid to him before she me
An hour later, Alex pushed an Elise in her wheelchair, both laughing loudly at something before they spotted Paris who looked unhinged as he walked around the grounds.Elise saw him first, waving. "Paris!"He turned first, the panic in his eyes giving way to relief as he jogged to them. "What the actual fuck? Two of you going fucking missing at the same time. I thought Dad had—" Then he paused. "Where have you been?""Garden," Elise giggled. She had on a blue sun dress with her hair braided. There was also some hint of make-up on her face. Paris could swear she looked livelier than he had ever seen her. "Alex is allergic to flowers!""Mrs Holmes," Alex said, laughing now. "It's supposed to be our secret.""But I told you he's allergic to cats even though you call him Kitten,""That too, was a secret."Elise giggled this time, a hand over her mouth. "Sorry."She did not look sorry.Paris' face had morphed to that of confusion as he stared at his Mother before he got closer, sniffing th
There's nothing holding me back- Shawn Mendes~Abuela loved Elise, for some reason. Perhaps it was the way his Mother stared at her, awed at how much she cooked. Or how the older woman treated Marcos. Whatever it was, they had bonded.Which meant she eventually loved Paris as well.They had all spent that Tuesday evening laughing at Marcos' baby pictures. His mother adding quite embarrassing things about him, before Maria Gomez came in.It didn't take much for him to know the woman wasn't comfortable with Alex, even though she seemed to adore him, but unlike the Alex he knew, she didn't seem to mind, acting oblivious to it.They spent their weeks that way. Paris driving Elise over to stay with Abuela, all three of them holed up in Marcos' room with Paris reading, and both of them listening quietly.There were times of course, when Alex stayed with Marcos. This times, Paris noticed, were more than his, but he understood that the other male needed a lot of attention. Besides, wheneve
"Wow. She is a horrible gift giver,"Alex's driving abilities were topnotch, though it didn't surprise him too much, and she'd been right because they had gotten Marcos who also had his collar on.It was the opposite of his. White, with the word 'PUPPY' and a dog bone tab dangling from it that had the word 'Eros' on it.When he had noticed Paris', his eyes widened, "I like his!"Alex had ruffled his hair and said in a gentle tone, "Puppies don't share the same collars with Kittens, darling."He pouted, and Paris couldn't help it when he stuck out a tongue, at him which Marcos did in return and got a hit on his head by Alex for being 'mean'.That made Paris smile.Now, she drove them to Allure, and once again, they walked in, the receptionist there now a man who acted like Alex was an idol of his for some reason before sending them off to the elevator.This time anyway, they had headed down, instead of up, reaching a place that looked like an underground club, with the dark lights and
Alex... Marcos found himself shuffling through the book, panicking. This couldn't be the last one. If it was, that meant that she had died, a-and he didn't want to imagine that. Still, he found nothing. Crazily, he flipped through the pages again, this time, watching only one fall out before hurriedly picking it and skimming through the pages. This time, it was from his Abuela, telling Alex that it was probably the last time she was going to send her later as she felt her time was running out and asked to be cremated while the female would be the one in charge of her ashes, pouring it in a place that she treasured most, that day being today. It was a copy of the original one, as that version had already been sent to Alexandra. Immediately, Marcos was off the floor, the letter in his hand as he hurried down the stairs and entering the kitchen, startling his Mother, Elise and Paris, but he ignored their looks focusing on Maria, saying in spanish so they wouldn't understand, "Where
"And the Prince and Princess lived together happily ever after, the end," The little boy's Abuela said, her old eyes twinkling as she stared down at the boy on her laps, saying in spanish, "What do you think, my treasure?"The boy, even at a tender age, was able to make people stop and stare at his beauty, though his Abuela was quite aware that he was unaware of it now, the feature would be too hard to ignore in the future. "But didn't the Prince get hurt?""Hurt?""Yes," He nodded, twisting his body around so he could stare at his Abuela, brown innocent eyes staring with worry and concern. "When he was fighting the dragons and trolls to save the Princess. I don't remember her saying she would help heal his wounds,"She smiled kindly at the child, her voice soft as she said, "Not all Princesses care for that. All they care for is being free from their Castles."A pout appeared on his face. "That's bad."She chuckled now. "Well, when you're a Princess, you can try changing things."The
They got to his house after three hours, the whole ride being completely silent before entering into his home, the heeled boots male staring at the compartment, his voice small, "This place lacks life."It was a mansion of a house, with every area drenched in white, save for other things like flowers, the TV, the coffee table but everything else was plain and dull looking for a colour like that."I'm barely ever here," Paris answered gruffly, now at the bar area section as he asked, "Would you like to drink something?""Red wine, do you have a bottle of Le Chapeau?" The amber eyed male didn't know if Marcos had asked that question to mock him or because he truly wanted it because a Le Chapeau bottle was truly one of the rarest and most expensive bottles in the world.Thank God he was a partner of the company that believed in having a bottle of it for good luck. "Yes.""Mhm," Marcos kept walking around, his arms folded, "I bet you've never brought anyone here before."Paris popped ope
Time: Seven years after the incident with Alexandra. Location: Italy. A company belonging to the Sicilian Mafia.The muffled sounds of someone screaming got his attention.Paride Casio raised his head slowly, a distasteful look in his eyes. His raven hair covered his left eye as looked over the round glasses he had on at the blond make tied on the chair in front of him, his Halo ring glowing.With the years that had passed by, the softness of his face had morphed into hardness. High cheekbones. A sharp chin. Pronounced jaws.And the tattoos. The tattoos couldn't be ignored.Black ink decorated every part of his neck, trailing down to his back that held the mark of the Order while his chest held the one he treasured the most. Some part of the tattoo even showed as the first three buttons of his shirt were off, his black waistcoat hugging his perfect figure.Paride looked like the Angel of Death.Slowly, he placed the book with the name 'A Thousand Ways to Torture A Person While Keepin
He watched as Alexandra played the violin resting on her shoulder, her movements soft, teary even with a stoic look on her face. The song could have moved anyone to tears, if she had put more emotion into it, and as she stopped, waiting for an answer from him, he told her the same thing."Hmm," Had been her reply as she returned the violin back into it's case, standing to stretch her body before Paris heard himself ask, "What did you really want from Marcos?"Alex paused, her eyes staring up at him. Empty. Soulless. "Did he not tell you?"It had been the first time he had spoken to her without being told to, but he didn't care. He needed to know what exactly her plans were. "I'm supposed to believe what you told him?"She stared at him. Even now, wearing a tank top and sweatpants, it was clear that she had honed her body into perfection. She was healthier than she had ever been. Beautiful. "Do you know those are the longest sentences you've ever said to me? I should take Marcos out on
Paris Holmes was not the same as he was at the beginning of his Senior year and he still wasn't sure if it was a good thing or bad one. Once upon a time, his only problem had been self absorbed, completely empty brained people and a man that towered over him, reminding Paris that he belonged to him and there was nothing he could do about it.But now, his problems had changed drastically, one of them being more adamant than the others and this came as a person with the name of Alexander Parker.Paris had found out within a short period that Alexander had not even been in his real name, just the English version of it and all of his men and women referred to him as Alessandro Casio, the Don of the Italian Mafia and Carnefecina.It would have been hard for him to believe how dangerous the male could be if he hadn't experienced his cruelty himself. Alexander gave off the aura of a weakling, a coward most of the time which made it very easy for people to underestimate him, and most of the t
Alexandra Parker stood, resting on the bonnet of a black sports car. Her head was still short, though now, some parts of it curled around her head, her glasses on while she had on a black shirt tucked into ash and black checkered pants with an ash coat over her shoulder and behind her were replicas of the one beside him.As he got closer, he found himself noticing every single new detail. She looked more... Free than he had ever seen on. Her shoulders relaxed, an uncaring look in her eyes. The aura radiating from her demanding obedience and awe from every single person.She was... Glowing. And he had no idea if that was a good or bad thing.When Marcos was close enough, he realized she had grown taller as well, the look in her eyes showing she noticed she was some inches taller than him. For the first few minutes, all they did was stare at each other, her looking as if she was noting some things about him before she said, "You look different than the last time,"Even her voice was dif
"When did you start caring about basketball?" Ace Danvers asked, his eyebrows furrowed. Finally, they had returned back to their natural state as the weirdo duo, away from the prying popular's, and Ace... Wasn't exactly happy with the information.Marcos Gomez, on the other hand, kept his eyes staring down at the court below him, his face filled with glee. His hair was packed in two pigtails, glittery green eyeshadow and peach coloured lipgloss, wearing a see through shirt, tucked into a high waist plaid skirt.His hair still had it's butterfly clips, his beauty almost blinding lately, though everyone around him noticed it more than he did. He was still... Shy, and uncomfortable with crowds, but it didn't stop him from joining in other school activities. Not the ones that put him in public eye, no, he was more of the community work type.That also, didn't stop people from trying to talk to him.It was no surprise that Marcos was the most beautiful boy in all of Wystwood High, but it w
Lil Nas X ft Miley Cyrus- Am I dreaming?~"Hey," Alex felt a hand reach out for hers. Lighter than hers, but not... White, and when she looked at who it was, the face... Was all blurry, scratchy. The person laughed now. "Always so serious, A. Try relaxing sometimes,"Another one clamped itself on her shoulder, thicker, heavier causing her to look up. This person was... Fairer. Pale, in a sense. Their face was the same with the other person, their voice more mature than the one that spoke first. "Honestly, Parker, I already do enough frowning for both of us.""Who are you?" She heard herself ask, looking back at the other person seated beside her. "And... And why can't I see your faces?"They laughed at her now. "Maybe you don't deserve seeing our faces."Alex started. "No, I don't mean—"The one behind her bent to her ear, whispering, "Oh, Alex, always destroying everything she touches.""What —"Suddenly, they held her head, slamming it into a basin of water. Alex had no idea where