The two boys eyed the other for type to sign to then step towards tharn with his hand raised to try and place to his chest, tharn narrowed his eyes to then smack his hand away, mirko smirked, type stepped back to wrap his arms about his chest to stare at him with anger and dis believe.
"Tharn..... You can't honestly...."
Mirko then cleared his throat for the two to look at him.
"Type, this is your chance to tell him you want to be with me, live in a home for just the two of us, you promised we would get married."
Tharns eyes widen to then look back to type.
He kept his eyes to his teacher to breathe heavily, type was about to go get his gun.
"What the fucking hell are you talking about! I never said any of those things!"
Mirko rolled his eyes.
"Don't be scared of him, tell the truth."
Tharns eyes narrowed has he looked to type, then he puckered his lips, he knew his deamonor and well, something about this was off, his eyes darted to then widen.
He turned his head to then step to mirko, he stepped back to eye, type looked to the back of his head has tharn shuffled in front of him.
"So.... You two slept together?"
Mirko smiled, type signed.
"Tharn..... You can't honestly believe...."
Tharn turned his head.
"Shut up type!"
Type huffed to then turn his head to shake it a bit.
Tharn then turned his head to eye mirko. He then wrapped his arms about his chest.
"That we have, many, many times in the last 3 years, we want to get married."
Types eyes widen to then turn his head forward.
"You son of a bitch! I do...."
Tharn turned his head back to give him a glare.
Type gulped to sign heavily to hang his head.
Tharn eyed him up and down to then look back at the teacher, he took a step forward, mirko leaned his head back.
"If you two really slept together, if that is too be true, then where is his birth mark?"
Types eyes widen to then look up.
Mirkos lips parted face fell a bit.
Tharns eyes narrowed.
"Mm? If you actually have been fucking, it would have been completely undressed, that's how he likes it and...."
"Tharn!"
He brought his hand up to silence type.
He flexed his jaw.
"Now you tell me you son of a bitch! Where exactly is his birth mark!"
Mirkos eyes darted.
"Um....."
Tharn rolled his eyes to then take another step forward to place his hands to his collar to pull him up a bit, mirkos placed his hands wrapped about his wrists.
"That's right......I know you are fucking lying! Haven't ever seen him nak......."
"God damnit tharn! Knock it off! You keep saying that you never will again!" He interrupted.
Tharn lightly chuckled to then bring in mirko a bit closer.
"Now this is what is going to happen, get the fuck out of our house before I destroy your life!"
Tharn then pushed him away.
Mirko furrowed his brow softly to then look to type.
Tharn then went to stand in his gaze.
"Get the hell out now!"
Mirko looked to him in anger.
"Fine! I'm going to get my things and...."
Mirkos head then went sideways.
Type looked to tharn with a satisfied smile.
"Get out!"
Mirko brought his thumb up to whip away the blood to then turn to leave slamming the front door.
Tharn took a deep breathe in. Type looked him over.
"Tharn?"
He didn't move.
Type signed.
"You know everything that bitch, was talking about was nothing but lies right? And what are you talking about a birth mark? I don't have a...."
Turning and quick, tharn looked to type with a glare.
Type made a uncomfortable face.
"Did you ever sleep with him type? Did you two discuss.... Marriage?"
Type rolled his eyes to then push tharn away to glare at him.
"You are has sick in the head has him! Can't believe you'd actually ask me that!"
Type then turned his head to proceed forward to then stop in the door way.
"You were gone..... For 3 years type..... With him, did three years and..."
Type signed.
"He was not the only person I worked with tharn! I didn't sleep with any one, was waiting to come back to you and this is how I'm treated, well.....fuck off!"
Type then started to proceed forward to then squirm a bit.
Tharn had gone to him to wrap his arms about.
"God damnit! No! Get off! I don't want you...."
Tharn then went to his ear..
"I'm going to destroy that asshole financially would.... You like to watch?"
Tharn rubbed his bottom lip to his ear lobe.
Types eyes Darted to stop struggling to then turn his head to eye him.
"Mm...."
A bit later, tharn and type were to his office down below, where tharn sat to financially fuck up types teacher, for type to stand behind him to watch with a grin, peering his eyes down he couldn't help but be a bit happy about all of this, especially what tharn was doing for him.
Moving about, types eyes stayed to tharn who kept his to his computer to type quick..
Going under the large counter, type then went to his knees to then go inbetween tharns legs to spread them apart, to then go to his zipper to undo.
Tharns eyes when a bit, to then look down..
Type peered his eyes up to then take out his member to then stroke.
"Mm.... Am I.... Forgiven?"
Type shrugged.
"Let's just see."
Type then placed his hands to either leg to then deep throat.
Tharn hunched himself a bit, to moan, to then look back up, he then started to thrust into his mouth, to then type a bit quicker.
Hitting enter, tharn then moved back to grab at type, to then place him to the shut off key board, to take his hands to his shirt to rip open.
Type moaned to place his hands to his pants and boxers to move down, to then do the same for tharns, that then slipped down to his ankles, he then grabbed tharns cock to place inside of him, to then grind upon.
To then wrap his arms about his neck to pull tharn closer, they both moaned ever so loud and sweet.
"Type....mm..."
He nodded to then look at him intently.
"Only.... Been me since we...."
Type rolled his eyes.
"What do you think?! Ah?"
Tharn looked him over to then place his lips to his, crushing, to then wrap his arms about type, to then carry him up, to take him all the way to there bedroom, to kick off his clothes that were to his ankles, to make incredible, passionate love until the sun set and then some.
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the mark 2
Fanfictionthis book is a continuation of the mark, 3 years have past, both 24 have gone down separate paths, tharn has made a new software placing a mark on his head to the point he had to make his house into a fortress. for type, he is training long and hard...
