Childish Games

Childish Games - Six

-Chapter Six-

Even after they'd properly kissed, Jean still couldn't manage to imagine Marco naked. Not that it was a bad thing; it just made him curious. Curious as to why this boy was immune to the 'ability'. Mikasa wasn't immune. Annie wasn't immune. Levi definitely wan't immune (and he certainly wasn't complaining about that).

In one way, he welcomed the new experience of only having the pleasure of a clothed Marco's company. If anything, it meant that he wasn't just lust driven and that had to be a positive. He did enjoy the boy being around and he really enjoyed the times they spent alone together. He guessed that Marco did as well, otherwise he would've been pushed away the other night when they went for a walk, but he wasn't, and was instead pulled in closer and they'd kissed and it had been everything he'd honestly imagined and more.

Before anyone knew it, they had to decide whether to join the Military Police, or the Survey Corps. Only Annie (and obviously others but he didn't know them) choosing the Military Police, probably for the obvious reasons of being able to stay within the walls. Him, Marco, Mikasa and everyone else decided to join the Survey Corps; although he was sure that almost everyone's motive for doing that was to help protect Jaeger from whatever it was Hanji wanted to do to him. Or Levi for that matter. It wasn't the most cheerful position to be in, however, but it still came with a great aura of responsibility. It made you look powerful, it made adrenaline rush through your body and most importantly, it made you feel like you had a higher purpose in life.

Jean already knew he'd risk his life so much more than he had done originally, just to make sure Marco stayed alive at all costs, especially considering the close call with a titan on that day that Eren sealed the gate to Trost. Just as they were going along, heading back to the wall, Marco had been tugged down by a Titan and was half way in the beast's mouth when Annie jumped out of nowhere and slaughtered the thing, giving Jean enough time to grab the boy from underneath the Titan before it had the chance of collapsing on top of him and killing him anyway.

After a day of training and tours of where their quarters were, Jean was pleased to find that he got to share a room with Marco, and the best part of the room was that the door could lock. It could actually lock. So that meant nobody could barge in on them no matter what they were doing, even if it was just innocently sleeping with their beds pushed together, he wouldn't want anyone to interrupt that. He couldn't think of anything better than waking up in the morning to the sight of Marco's face.

On their first night in the room, they pushed the beds together and tied the inner legs with spare blankets so that they wouldn't separate during the night and send the both of them onto the floor. He didn't know what to expect when they shared the bed together, but when Marco snuggled up close to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, Jean froze a little but soon reacted and slid his arm around Marco's shoulder's, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead and pulling the duvet up a little higher to keep them both warm. He couldn't remember ever feeling so at peace with himself.