Chapter 44

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"Do you like it?"

"Yes its beautiful. How did you know?"

"You told me a couple of weeks ago."

Mitchell couldn't stop staring at his bracelet. It was really beautiful. Then what Markus said registered in his mind.

"You remembered that?"

"Of course."

"Did you visit Pandora's Crystals?"

"Yeah, I did. I've seen it from the outside but never went in."

"I went there when I first moved here. I had to purchase some things."

"Do you believe in the Supernatural Mitchell."

"I believe in a lot of things. It a vast world with lots of possibilities. Why limit myself in believing only what I can see?"

"Hmm... Where's your mom?"

"She went out for groceries. Would you like anything to drink?"

"Have a seat Mitchell. I'll get it myself."

"You're guest here Markus."

"I'm your boyfriend. I'll get myself a drink."

Markus opened the refrigerator, hand on the door, he looked at him. "We have sparkling strawberry, lemonade or black cherry. Which one do you want?"

"I'll have the strawberry."

Markus took two of the sparkling strawberry drink from the refrigerator and passed him one of the cans.

"My mom stock up on these like they're going to be discontinued."

Markus took a sip. "It's not bad."

"Tomorrow is the last day of a school and I still haven't finished my report."

"I'll help you. I've already finished with mine."

"That's why those teachers love you. You got to stop being so perfect."

"Nothing about me is perfect."

Mitchell got up and straddled his lap, facing him. He encircled both arms around Markus's and leaned forward to sniff his neck. "You smell really good."

"You seem to like my scent a lot."

"I do." Mitchell grind his hips in small circles against him. He could feel Markus's erection beneath his butt and grind down harder.

"Your mom might catch us."

"She won't be back for a while."

Markus grabbed his hips, pulling him down the same time as he pushed up. Mitchell closed his eyes, head pressed on his shoulder.

"You're a naughty boy Mitchell."

Markus leaned up, taking his mouth in a hot kiss. He bit his lower lip, sucking on the soft flesh as Markus gripped the back of his neck.

"Give me your tongue." When Mitchell stuck his tongue out, Markus sucked the appendage into his mouth. Mitchell moaned when hands gripped his ass cheeks. Squeezing and kneading him through the pants.

Markus trailed kisses across his neck, leaving tiny marks on the flesh.

"You're going to have my mark on you."

"I don't mind having your mark. I want people to know I'm yours."

"Would you like to leave your mark on me, Mitchell?"

Mitchell opened his eyes to look down him. His mouth went to Markus's neck and he sucked the flesh into his mouth, using his teeth to bite the flesh. Markus hissed at the sting but Mitchell used his tongue to soothe the pain. That was definitely going to leave a mark even though it would be temporary.

Markus slowly opened his eyes and those hazel orbs practically glowed. Mesmerized, Mitchell kissed both his cheeks and eyes.

"Your eyes seems to be glowing."

Markus instantly close his eyes. "I need to use the bathroom for a minute."

Mitchell frowned at the heat radiating from his body. "Markus you're burning up. Are you sure that you're okay?"

"I'm fine. Just need to use the bathroom."

Mitchell got off his lap and watched him practically dash from the kitchen. He fixed the chair and wiped down the table while waiting for Markus. Ten minutes later Markus still hadn't returned downstairs. Concerned, he went up to his room to look for him.

He opened his door and walked inside, heading straight for the bathroom door. He knocked softly at first but there was only silence.

"Markus, are you in here?"

No reply. So, he knocked again and tried to twist the door knob but it was locked. He was definitely in there but why wasn't he answering?

"Markus open the door."

He tried the door knob again, pushing his shoulder lightly at the door.

"I'm fine Mitchell." His voice echoed from the other side. "I'll be out in a minute."

"What's going on?" Mitchell asked him, concerned.

"It's probably nothing but I'm not feeling too well."

"Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, It's not that serious. Just leave me alone for a while."

"Okay. I'll right out here, if you need me."

He received no response but he didn't care. He sat down on his bed, eyes glued to the bathroom door. Raven came strolling in the bedroom, meowing. He expected her to greet him but she went to the bathroom door and started scratching her nails on the door.

"Get away from the door Raven. Don't disturb him."

But she didn't move, just kept scratching on the door. Mitchell had never seen her behave that way before. It was really strange.

"Are you worrying about Markus?"

She sat down her yellow eyes staring at the door, not moving.

"He's fine. Just not feeling well." He bit his lip, anxiously waiting for the door to open.

Ten minutes later it opened and Markus strode into the bedroom, his clothes partially wet from his dripping hair.

Mitchell quickly got up and walked towards him. "What happened? Why is your hair wet?"

"I just watched my face."

"Are you feeling better now?"

"I'm fine now." Markus smiled at him but it looked forced.

"Change your shirt at least. I don't want you catching a cold."

Mitchell pulled him to the closet and rummaged through his drawers until he found a shirt that should fit him.

"Here, see if this fits."

"Thanks."

Markus took off his wet shirt without looking at him and he saw the mark he had given him on his neck. It wasn't a big one but it was bright red.

"Did I bit you too hard?"

"What?" Markus asked as he put on the shirt over his head.

"Did I bit you too hard? Your skin is red."

"It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

Mitchell fingers the mark, feeling the slight tremble from his body. He hastily pulled his fingers away, clearing his throat.

"Have you eaten?"

"I had breakfast this morning."

"It's after one in the afternoon. No wonder you're not feeling good. I'm going to make you lunch."

"You don't have to bother yourself."

"Are you...it wasn't a question. Get down downstairs now."

Mitchell didn't wait for him.

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