Protector -Dark Larry Stylinson/Marcel Fanfiction-

Chapter Twenty-Four (Mature)

Louis' P.O.V

It's been a week since the incident. The case of the murder is still under investigation. I don't want to lie but Marcel told me it was self defense for him. He said that he couldn't fight for himself and I helped him. 

I never intended to kill someone and I feel horrible. I shook my head out of my thoughts and continued driving to Marcel's school. Once I pulled into the parking lot, I saw a group of three boys pushing and shoving someone. I got out of my car quickly, hoping it wasn't Marcel. 

I could hear them laughing and someone saying, "Is he in jail or did he just kill himself to get away from you sooner?" My blood boiled as they pushed to figure to the ground and kicked him. I could see a glimpse of his glasses and I bolted. 

"What the fuck?!" I yelled, pushing them away from Marcel. "Oh look! He actually got away from prison! Did they treat the fag like the worthless piece of shit he is?" They taunted me. I wanted to hit them. But I can't. I'm on trial. "How about you just kindly shut the fuck up because we don't know about you." I growled, grabbing Marcel's hand and lifting him up from the ground. 

I walked him back to the car and pushed him in the passenger seat. Once I got in, I drove off. "L-Louis, are you mad?"

"No, Marcel! Of course I'm not mad! I just love watching you get hurt and people throwing the word 'fag' like it's a fucking compliment! I'm just so fucking peachy." I rolled my eyes, regretting what I said instantly as I saw tears track down his face. "Marcel, I'm sorry. I'm just pissed off. Please don't cry, baby." He nodded as we drove back to my house in silence.

I closed the front door behind us, only to be pushed up against it. I could feel his breath against my neck as his body closed mine between him and the door. "M-Marcel, what are you doing?" He pressed his lips to my neck, making my heart speed up. He trailed his lips to my ear, grabbing at my hips.

"I don't know, but I like it." He whispered, nibbling on my earlobe, making my hands fly up to his hair. He sucked harshly on my neck, making my mouth drop and breathe out shortly. I could feel a bruise forming under his lips. 

I brought his head up from my neck, with our breaths mingling together. He looked back and forth between my eyes and my neck as I ran my hands up and down his chest until they reached the hem of his cute sweater vest. He helped me get it off as our lips met hurriedly. He sucked on my bottom lip, making me whimper into his mouth as he ripped at my shirt. 

I pulled away as i slowly walked him backwards to my bedroom. I grabbed the side of his head and whispered in his ear, "You look so good right now. I just want you out of these trousers and you'll look amazing, baby."

I opened the door and closed it with my foot, as he brought his lips to the shell of my ear. "Then take them off." I laughed and pushed him on the bed, straddling his hips. I ran my hands down his stomach teasingly until I reached the silver belt, unbuckling it and unraveling it from his hips. It dropped with a satisfying 'clink' as I moved my hands to unbutton his shirt. 

Once it was unbuttoned, I slipped it off of his shoulders and through it across the room. I looked over his never ending torso and looked at him wide eyes. "What have you been doing in school?" I asked, pointing to the slightly defined muscles on his stomach and chest. "I go to the weight room during lunch because I wanted to change for you." 

I leaned down and kissed his lips. "Don't change for me. I loved that little tummy. But... God you look so fucking amazing right now." I breathed hotly in his ear. He moaned softly and slid my shirt over my head. I attached my lips to his collarbone as I slowly pulled his slacks down, feeling the outline of his cock against my thigh. I moaned at the feeling as I sucked different marks on his pale skin.