the mark 2

well...... fuck!

An hour after tharn left, type went straight into there room, to pack all his clothes to then go quick to the store to have what laid before him, a bottle of his favorite liquor and a pack of cigarettes, tharn had made type promise not to have either, he wanted them to live long to be together, and other then the occasional cigarette at the place he went to, to train type kept up with that promise.
Sitting in the chair, he had his arms wrapped to stare intently to them to then lean forward.
He left you type, just like he did be....
Type made a painful face to then get up quick to grab at the bottles neck to then open it to consume with his head back, that memory was very hard to bare, especially when he was all alone.
Drinking about half, he then moved the back of his hand to his mouth to cough, it had been awhile since he did that, sitting back down he then placed it back to then grab his cigarettes to then grab his lighter to place one to his mouth to then inhale.
Taking a long drag he then pressed himself further to the chair, to then blow it out to place his arm to the edge to then flick the remain to the floor to look across the room.
Type took in a deep breathe to then let the tears well up but they didn't fall, he then brought the cigeratte back to his mouth to inhale more, the tears then went over his eyes.
Signing, he then took a even bigger drag, to then let it fall to the floor, to step it out to grab at the bottle to then throw across the room watching it shatter.
"Son of a bitch! Can't believe you fucking left me.... Again! Ugh I'm so sick..... Cant believe you think it's all because I think your going to cheat, how can you not know the Ultimate reason you prick!"
Type shook his head to go about to go straight to there room to grab the suitcases.
"Told you I was going to fucking leave, didn't I! Just like back then, you don't fucking care! Ugh! I'm so done!"
Type stood before the door to eye it to breathe heavily has his hands gripped the handles, he gulped to look at it in anger.
Type closed his eyes to take in deep breathes.
Slowly opening his eyes, he then kicked the door open to then step out to stop to widen his eyes, he then turned his head to look at a person he hasn't seen since his first day there.
They pointed the gun to his temple to then press, type gave them a look.
"What the hell do you think your doing? Why are you here!"
They narrowed there eyes.
"I have strict orders to keep you house bound if I see you leave with luggage."
They then looked down to eye then looked back up.
"The boss told me if I see this, to...."
Type then moved his head away has they pressed there gun to his temple again.
"Lower you gun."
They shook there head.
"Not until you go inside, I'm sorry, you can not leave again, not until the boss comes back."
Types eyes narrowed.
"So I'm going to starve then?"
They shook there head.
"Groceries will be placed ever so often, he has thought of everything, now...."
They cocked there gun.
"Get back inside."
Type then let the bags drop to then pull out his own gun to then move his hands up has to surrender. The other smiled, the mercenary came about to place a knife to types throat.
"Thought of everything, told us in great detail what you may do, so..... Drop your gun, They are going to let you go, then you need to grab your bags and go back in. Now."
Type took in a deep inhale to then drop his gun to then to be let go, to then grab his bags to turn to eye that one in full resentment, to then go in, to drop his things to then turn to eye them both, they still had there weapons pointing to him, signing he stepped back to slam the door to breathe heavily.
The two then looked to another to nod, the one stepped to him, to then step back.
"Not right now, later."
He then Brought his hand up to caress his chin.
Stepping back he nodded to leave, the other turned his head to eye to step back to fall back into the back ground.
Type placed his forehead to the back of the door to sign and heavily.
He then shook it a bit.
Damnit tharn!
He then started to bite at his inner cheek, this started to warm up his heart a bit.
Turning he then eyed his suitcases to then grab to take them back upstairs to go straight to the room to throw them to the side to turn to flop to his back to eye up.
Guess..... He didn't really leave me..... And he doesn't really want me to go.....
Type couldn't help but smile, turning his head, he then gripped a bit of there blanket to then bring to his nose to inhale, it seemed to smell like tharns cologne.
Type couldn't help but to moan a bit, getting instantly hard, he then took his other hand down to then undo everything to take out his very hardened member to then start to stroke thinking of tharn.
He then twitched has he felt his phone go off in his pants, sighing, he took his hand off his length, move his other hand to under his head to then answer.
"What!"
"Been tipped off you tried to leave, do you really think I was going to allow that?"
Type signed to grit his teeth.
"Tested that theory, however tharn, I don't want to be here without you, tell them to let me leave!"
Tharn shook his head, to then eye up and down his computer screen, to then tilt his head to the side, has he was sitting down on a private jet.
"Are you..... Touching yourself , type?"
Types eyes widen to then get up on his one forearm, he then started to look about, he then signed once more to see a video camera.
"Should have known you would have set those up, filthy pervert!"
Type then took a hand down to try and fix himself.
"Don't!"
Type stopped to dart his eyes a bit confused.
"Excuse me?"
"I..... Want to see..... Were you.... Doing that.... With thinking of me?"
Type made a face to then slowly go down to then stare into the camera, to place a hand under his head.
"Why should I tell you? You left me, keeping me hostage and won't tell those assholes outside to stand down!"
Tharn then looked about to then eye the computer.
"We can discuss that tomorrow when I call, will honor that promise, so...... I'm all alone here, your all alone there.....I want you to place your hand to your cock type, play yourself with me."
Type rolled his eyes.
"You don't quite deserve that now do you? Also not fair you can see me and i can't...."
Tensing, type turned his head to see a wall go down to see a projector of sorts, that then started to play to show tharn on the airplane looking into the computer, he then raised an eye brow.
"Um..... Take yours out if you..... Want he to touch mine...... You have been an....."
Types eyes widen has tharn immediately did that to start to stroke.
Type signed to then take his hand down to then do the same to watch tharn. They both moaned in delight.
"Your a..... Your a.... Prick tharn!"
Tharn shrugged to keep beating away.
"Wish I was there type, wish I was deep inside that tight little hole, to be kissing at that sweet little neck. These 6 months.......I hope will go by quick.....I want to make love to you, so bad."
Type then placed the phone to the side of his head to then take his fingers inside his mouth to wet, to then lower his pants and boxers down then off to bend his legs up to wrap his hand about to start to stroke, to then place his fingers in to gasp a moan.
"Ah.....if i let you, you need to get those men to stand down! Aah...... Don't like to be trapped! Fuck I'm going to cum, wish I was sucking that cock....."
Tharn smiled.
"Wish you were to, would make you deep throat with all the shit you you have put me through, ah fuck type, I'm going to cum!"
Type curled his lips inward to then beat off quicker and plunged his fingers in deeply to hit his spot.
Tharn then tensed to cum into his computer screen to chuckle a bit, wish he could have done that to type. Type then turned his head to lift it up to then cum soiling his hand.
"Ah god tharn! Mm!" He whimpered.
Tharn wiped his cum off with a napkin to place his member away to stare intently to the screen.
"Rather you believe it or not right now type, but I love you, I am not going to lose you to this, in any way..... I'll call you tomorrow. I'll think about telling them to stand down."
Type gulped to then turn his head to eye the screen to look tharn up and down.
"You truly love me? Truly wish to marry me?"
Tharns eyes widened to nod.
Type signed.
"You shouldn't have left then, don't bother to call."
Getting up and quick, type placed on his clothes to then moved the wall up to hide the projector to then move about to grab at the camera to then pull it down to break it.
Tharn stared at the dis connected screen on his computer.
"Type...... You are being an moron right now, how can you...."
Type went to the phone to place to his ear.
"Fuck off tharn!"
Type then turned the phone off to then toss it to the bed to turn to then hunch himself over to sit to the edge to place his hands to his head to take in deep breathes.
This is not like the acedemy....... Not like when he first left...... You can see he cares.... Not the same...... not the same!
Type gritted his teeth to go into a bit of an anxiety attack.
Flopping Back he looked to the ceiling to breathe ever so heavily.
"Not.... The Same..... But still hurts...."
Type closed his eyes to then let the tears fall. He missed tharn to no end.
Fucking, dammit! Guess..... I'm staying. He signed.
Has if it was ever a choice for him.