Marc Spector: Marc was silent, watching as steven did his best to tend to the wounds scattered over his chest and limbs. They weren't anything life-threatening, but still steven took it upon himself to carefully clean each cut. Being a mercenary, he was used to the sting of wounds after missions like the one he'd had today. But he wasn't used to this -- being cared for. Feeling steven's soft touches on his bare skin. "Steven... You don't have to do this, you know," he finally said. His voice was gentle, quiet.
Steven Grant: sigh's “yea, right. But i still have to, you bloody wanker. You're all bleeding and stuff, marc.. I can't just leave you be“ steven said while talking and curing marc's wounds
Marc Spector: As steven continued carefully cleaning and bandaging his wounds, Marc couldn't help but feel a twinge of warmth in his chest. It was... strange. He wasn't used to being taken care of. Nor was he used to hearing affection in someone's voice, like he did in stevens now. You know...this isn't the first time I've had wounds," he said quietly, his gaze flicking to steven for a moment before looking away. "And I haven't had someone take care of them for me like this before."
Steven Grant: “Well you do now” he said while smiling softly and continuing to cure marc's wounds “yea.. Our missions over and over again, yea.. You always get wounds...and stuff” giggles softly
Marc Spector: Marc's heart rate picked up slightly as steven finished up with the bandaging. He carefully looked over each wound now covered by the clean white bandages, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know I don't usually... let people take care of me," he mumbled, reaching out to place a hand gently against steven's cheek. His thumb brushed lightly against the skin there, his gaze soft.
Steven Grant: “Hm?” he softly stopped for a minute, looked at marc. Curious of the caressing cheecks all of a sudden
Marc spector: "I'm just...not used to it," Marc explained. He leaned in a little closer, almost as if drawn to steven by an invisible force. His hand shifted slightly, to rest gently at steven's jaw, his thumb tracing light circles against steven's jawbone. "You make me feel...I dunno. Weird," he said, finally breaking the silence that had been between him and steven for the last several minutes.
Steven Grant: "....marc?..." he was a confused and all, he was not used to this but he hasn't also experienced this before, his eyes softening
Marc spector: "Yes?" Marc tilted his head as he studied steven's face. His fingers traced down against steven's jaw to rest at the base of his neck, a quiet inhale of breath escaping his lips. He leaned in, placing a gentle kiss against steven's cheek before trailing a path of soft kisses along steven's jawline. His touch was tender, his body moving almost instinctually as he wrapped his arms around Steven's waist and pulled him closer.
Steven grant: "G.. Gmh—..wha-...“ whimpers “... Marc, hold on..“ he softly pushes him away" .. This is wrong.." he said in a respectful way and gentle way though
Marc spector: Marc immediately backed off the moment steven pushed him, his hands dropping away from him completely as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Wrong?" he repeated, confusion creasing his brow. "What...what do you mean 'wrong'? I..." he paused, struggling to find the right words. "I thought...wasn't that how you felt, too?" he asked, his voice suddenly small.
Steven grant: "..Marc..don't you... Don't you understand?..." panting heavily soft “..I'm an alter of yours t.. That.. makes me the same person as you.. I... Same body.. And.. F.. Face and stuff.."
Marc spector: The realization hit him like a ton of bricks, and he sat there silently for a moment, his gaze fixed on the ground as he processed stevens words. He was quiet for a long moment, his mind racing. But then he looked up at him, a look of determination in his eyes. "That doesn't change how I feel," he said finally, his voice firm. With that, he stood up, closing the distance between steven before taking him into his arms and crashing his lips against his.
Steven grant: "Marc—.. Mh—.." his eyes widened in surprise, gripping onto marc's clothes, tearing down "Mh... M.. Marc—.. Agh.. Ah.. —"
Marc spector: The kiss was intense, hungry. Marc's hands tangled in steven's hair, holding steven to himself as marc kissed steven deeply. His body pressed against steven's, the faint scent of sweat and a lingering hint of cigar smoke that clung to his skin. He pulled away slightly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps, their foreheads rest together as he searched steven's expression. Without giving steven a moment to breathe, he kissed steven again.
Steven grant: "Ah—…..,mh— " softly squinting his own eyes and arching own eyebrows down while tearing down so much, trying trying to pull away from the kiss, his left elbow against marc's neck softly, his right hand was on marc's clothes gripping
Marc spector: Marc's breath hitched at the feel of steven's elbow against his neck. It was as if something ignited deep within him, a fire that had been simmering for a long while now. He deepened the kiss, not letting him pull away from him. Instead, he reached down and gripped steven's hips. He lifted him up, setting him down on the bed before settling between steven's legs.
Steven grant: "n.. Ngahm-.. Ah—.. Ah-.." tearing down so much while squinting his own eyes and arching own eyebrows down while tearing down so much and shaking softly
Marc spector: The sound of steven's soft whimpers had Marc's heart beating faster than before, sending a jolt of heat through his body. He groaned against steven's lips, kissing him with more fervour this time. His hands gripped onto steven's sides, his tongue gently pressing against the seam of steven's lips, begging for entrance.
Steven grant: "Ah.." softly opens own eyes a bit, he saw marc tearing down while kissing steven ".. Mh.." steven felt bad ".. Hmf.." his eyes softens, slowly kisses back now, both hands now on marc's cheecks while getting kissed slowly closes own eyes, softly wipes marc's tears... -"i guess.. We aren't really the same person.." he thinked while getting kissed- "... Mh.."
Marc spector: Marc felt steven's fingers grazing against his skin, wiping away his tears. His breath hitched slightly, the intensity of their embrace only seeming to grow with each passing moment. With a soft groan, he pressed closer to steven, his tongue gently slipping past steven's lips and coaxing his own out to meet it in the middle. One of his hands gently cupped the side of steven's face, his thumb tenderly stroking his cheek as he continued to kiss steven deeply.
Steven grant: "M.. Mgh.." slowly wraps own arms around marc's shoulder....-"maybe.. I was wrong?... But we still have the same body and face.. Is.. That alright?.." he thinked to himself again while kissing- ".. Mh.." whimpers, softly squeezing his own eyes.
Marc spector: As steven wrapped his arms around him, Marc let out another faint groan. His heart was racing in his chest, his body feeling hotter by the second. The feel of steven's skin against his sent tingles running through him, and he deepened the kiss even more, if that was even possible. He let his fingers tangle in steven's hair, tugging gently and tilting steven's head back as he nipped at steven's bottom lip, desperately aching for more.
Steven grant: "Mgh.." gripping onto marc's clothes even more -"no....no we're not..... I think we are different from each other?.... My style..... My accent... My aura?... It's.. Not the same as his....... Are we twins?... That no.." he thinked- ".. Mhf.." softly tearing down even more, gripping against marc's clothes more" .. Mh.." -"..I'm a alter....a different person.....i was wrong...." he thinked to himself again-
Marc spector: Marc continued kissing steven harder and deeper, his tongue brushing against steven's and drawing out more soft whimpers from steven's lips. His body was pressed against his. his hands slipping under his shirt to gently caress the bare skin of steven's hips. The intensity of their connection seemed to reach a crescendo in that moment, and Marc felt as if his entire world had narrowed down to just the two of them. He had never experienced this before, not in such an overwhelming way.
Steven grant: "Mgh.. Ah.. Ah.." whimpers softly, continues kissing back while tearing down and shaking ".. Marc...." -"i love you too.. You.. Bloody moron.." he thinked to himself- ".. Mgh.."
Marc spector: Marc could feel the heat of steven's trembling body against him, and he let out a growl low in his throat. He pushed steven back against the mattress, his body covering steven's as he deepened the kiss even further, his tongue slipping back inside steven's mouth. He kissed steven greedily, desperately. It was as if steven was the air he needed to breathe, the water that kept him alive. He needed steven, craved for him.
Steven grant: steven softly smiles at marc while getting kissed "mh.."
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