Murder Drones - N's Beloved Human

(28) - Reconciliation

Sorry for the late chapter.. I broke up with my partner, and it made me go to the gym more so I became a little more aggressive, especially during kickboxing practice. High school is also starting to get really pressuring, but I'll continue to write this for fun. It's definitely not much but it's all I can do for now.

N strengthens his grip on Marshal and his tail curls around him more.

"D-daddy.. don't let go.." N begs with a soft and whiny voice as he holds on.

Marshal, still carrying N, starts rocking him slightly.

"What's this?" Tessa, smiling underneath her visor, points at the couple.

"Doesn't matter. Who are you?" Marshal's team immediately raises their weapons at Tessa and J.

"How naive of you four. Do you learn from Marshal here?" J smirks.

"What's naive is that you're steps away from being blasted in the fac-"

Lance is interrupted by a hand gesture by Marshal, directing him not to continue his sentence.

"I thought you died, J?" Marshal asks directly as N whines quietly, his face still buried in Marshal's shoulder.

"Ah, direct. I like that in a man." J smirks and winks at Marshal.

N slowly turns his head to J and growls.

"He's quite possessive for you, hm, Marshal?" Tessa chuckles as N buries his face yet again in Marshal's shoulder.

"I give you my blessing, you're a very smart, handsome and strong man, Marshal." Tessa pats the shoulder of Marshal, and he gives the hand gesture to his team not to fire upon J and Tessa and to lower their arms.

The team complies.

"It would have been better if you were mine.." Tessa and J whisper in union, not knowing they'd say the same thing.

Marshal, unaware of what they said, continues treating N like a puppy, periodically kissing his forehead while patting him, making sure he's comfortable within his arms.

Although the team heard what J and Tessa had said, they refrain from discussing it, instead remaining silent.

After Entering the Warehouse

As Marshal and N return to their bedroom, Victor and the other team members talk to Tessa and J.

"Want to know something interesting that Marshal did?" Victor asks the two females, and Tessa nods.

"While we were about to evacuate from a compound we infiltrated, we came across heavy enemy reinforcements. It was just me and Marshal."

"We took cover by a steel crate, periodically peeking out to fire or to assess the situation."

J rests her chin on her knuckles, leaning in slightly with the intent of listening to the story.

"Few seconds later, I realized Marshal wiped out half of the enemy force, and then another second, he got shot in the arm, chest, hell even a few grazes on his cheek from the bullets."

Tessa gasps quietly, while Victor chuckles softly.

"That madman laughed. Even if those shots made him fall down, he just got back up. His chest and arms were bleeding but it seemed like he didn't give a single fuck about it, or he just didn't feel it."

"Next thing I know we're in a blackhawk, evacuated from that compound while Marshal wraps a few bandages and all that."

"Now, in Napoleon Bonaparte's Grande Armee, he had a small and elite force called the 'Old Guard', which lots of men in the Armee, even their enemies, called them immortal."