Childish Games

Childish Games - Seven

-Chapter Seven-

Waking up in the morning to Marco's face had been a pleasant, tranquil thought in Jean's mind up until he experienced it first hand. He blinked and yawned a little as he woke, opening his eyes completely to see the freckled boy hovering over him and staring intently at his face from quite a close proximity.

'Fucking hell, Marco.' He sighed, chuckling a little but still somewhat startled from waking up to those piercing brown eyes looking directly into his soul.

'Little boys shouldn't curse, young man.' Marco chortled, rolling over onto his back but not moving too far away, staying close by the other's side.

'Oi, watch it, just 'cause I'm shorter doesn't mean I'm a child.' Jean defended, folding his arms in an attempt to be stubborn (but he was almost certain that wouldn't last very long when Marco was who he was trying to be stubborn with).

'Sorry, all I heard was "I'm a child." Did you say something else?' He grinned, clearly trying his luck to see how far he could go before Jean had even had one of his several coffees. So far he was most likely walking on extremely thin ice but Jean showed no sign of flipping if it weren't for the little eye twitch that was more endearing than it really should've been. Marco must've gotten tired of the silent treatment a lot sooner than anyone else Jean had ever met (considering the boy only lasted a mere five seconds at most) before he rolled onto his stomach and half lay on top of the olive eyed boy, littering his jaw with feather light kisses.

'Well, I hope this is your apology, because so far it's working.' Jean murmured, although he had hoped for a little more action in the morning than some skittish little kisses, so he tried his luck; 'But, I don't think I forgive you completely yet.' He added, glancing down at Marco devilishly which got the taller boy grinning, repositioning himself so that their faces were level with each other, foreheads just barely touching as their noses gently bumped into one another.

'Is this a sufficient apology?' Marco mumbled, just before leaning down the short distance to kiss the other properly, his hands cupping his face as Jean's arms found their way around the other's waist. This is exactly what he'd imagined when he thought of waking up in the morning with Marco. He hadn't anticipated the light bullying but it was sweet, innocent and very endearing much like the boy who was doing the light bullying himself. Knowing that after a laborious day of titan slaughtering and ass saving he could come back to this base and have the pleasure of Marco like this gave his life more purpose. It wasn't like he could visit his parents on the inside of wall Sina so often, only able to tell them that he was still alive and not crippled in any way shape or form. He'd visited Marco's mother with him a couple times as well; before they even became anything more than close friends. They both considered themselves lucky when it came to their parental statuses, considering that Jean's parents were some of the few who made their way out of Trost when it was invaded, however Marco's family were from Jinae, so they had a higher chance of surviving than anyone in Trost and especially anyone in Shiganshina. Jaeger's mother was gone and his father was presumably working somewhere, doing his doctor business. Ackerman's parents were both gone, as well as many others. People didn't tend to talk so much of their deceased family members, it's too depressing to think of it really. Which is why having Marco meant much more to him than anyone could place. Marco was a best friend before he was anything more which only helped bring them closer and granted them the chance to share the room in their new 'home' of such, benefiting the two of them equally.

'You're forgiven.' Jean gasped out, his breath rather jagged from their kiss that had lasted a lot longer than he'd expected.

'Good, because I don't know what I'd do if you never forgave me.' Marco pouted, resting his cheek against the other's chest and idly walking his fingertips along it. Jean smiled and ran a hand through Marco's hair, pulled out of his tranquil state by a loud and very annoying knock at the door. He rolled his eyes and sat upright a little more, Marco still snuggled up to him though.

'What is it?' He called, raising an eyebrow and tilting his head to listen.

'Rise and shine, newbies!' If the tone had been friendly and not almost deadly; like a threat given by someone prepared to kill, then he wouldn't have been able to place the voice. Although, the rugged voice of a man somewhere in his mid thirties, ready to murder anyone and anything that got on his metaphorical tits, could only belong to one man. Levi Rivaille. Of course. Despite his voice sending chills of dread down people's spines, Jean still couldn't help but find him extremely attractive, but he couldn't afford to think of that just now.

'Yes, okay, we'll be ready in a couple minutes!' He replied, starting to reluctantly move.

'Both of you, training grounds in ten minutes. No excuses.' Levi almost hissed, a certain venom in his tone but it was nothing but a loose threat when he had no weapons to hand. But he could still beat someone up pretty brutally. Taking Jaeger as an example.

'Shit, what's he got up his arse?' Marco chuckled, shaking his head a little before starting to get himself dressed.

'I dunno, probably Erwin.'