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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Shingeki_no_Kyojin, Attack_on_Titan, Shingeki_no_Kyojin_|_Attack_on_Titan
  Relationship:
      Marco_Bodt/Jean_Kirstein
  Character:
      Marco_Bodt, Jean_Kirstein
  Additional Tags:
      Cops, Crime, Smexy, Smut, Bondage, Guns
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-18 Words: 1823
****** Let's Start Over ******
by Eren_Mc_Swaggy_Pants
Summary
     Marco doesn't want to steal. He doesn't want to be a bad guy. And,
     lets face it, he's not good at being bad either. But he must do the
     wrong thing in order to keep his family alive but then a sexy cop
     comes along, who Marco realizes is a past lover and augh... Marco
     doesn't know what to do.
Notes
     Just a short story. My friend gave me this idea. Also, haven't
     updated War, Death... Romance?! yet because I've been busy for two
     weeks with school sports and drama etc. Sorry! Hopefully I'll update
     sometime this week. Bye~ =D
Marco took a deep breath before slipping inside the dark jewlery store. He had
made sure to get rid of all the security electronics when he was planning
earlier that day, so all he had to do was take a few precious gems and be on
his marry way. Easy, right? Well, it wasn't. Marco Bodt was not born to be a
criminal. Hell, he wasn't born to hurt a fly. He was kind and caring inside and
out. So why was he robbing a jewlery store then? He just had to keep convincing
himself that he was stealing for his poor family.
Ten minutes passed until Marco realized he should probably start taking things
instead of standing around in 'LaLa Land', waiting to be caught. He hesitantly
reached for the closest jewel he could see, a big emerald ring, his hand
shaking as he got closer to the precious mineral. His hand stopped, just
hovering above it, unwilling to move.
'This is so wrong. So so so so so wrong...'
Sighing, Marco lowered his hand to his side, falling to his knees, uncertain of
what to do.
"I-I can't do this... But my family needs the money... What... I... What do I
do...?" The man broke into quiet tears, softly mumbling curses at himself,
unaware of a police man watching everything silently from behind the crying
man.
"Shit... I have to do this. For mom. For dad. For Farlan and Isabel." Making
his decision, Marco quickly wiped his tears away with the back of his gloved
hand and stood up. He took a deep breath before reaching toward the emerald
ring once again.
'S-so close... Just a little more...'
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Someone said from behind Marco, making the
brunette jump.
"F-fuck..." Marco cursed, raising his hands above his head when he heard the
familiar sound of a gun being put off it's safety lock.
"Put your arms behind your back slowly." The mystery man ordered Marco firmly,
which Marco obeyed, feeling the cold metal of handcuffs around his wrists.
'This can't be happening... This can't be happening!' Marco screamed at himself
in his mind, unable to move as if his body had been paralyzed.
"Good boy." The anonymous man patted Marco's head. "Now turn around and face me
so I can see your face properly and you can tell me your whole story down to
the police station."
Marco timidly obeyed, turning around until he's fully facing the cop, a bright
light shining into his eyes. Blinking rapidly, Marco finally got used to the
light, trying to get a look at the man who was holding a flashlight in his face
before him. There was a long silence that filled building, until, finally, the
cop spoke up, his voice wavering.
"M-Marco? Marco Bodt?"
Eyes widening in fear, Marco shook his head side-to-side frantically.
"N-no sir! I think you have the wrong person--"
"Shut up! I know Marco Bodt better than fucking anybody! Jesus Marco... Don't
you recognize my voice? Its me, Jean. Jean Kirstein."
Breath hitched in Marco's throat after hearing that name, repeating it over and
over in his mind.
"Jean..." Tears start filling up in Marco's eyes. "Jean... I've missed you so
much..."
Marco suddenly felt himself being hauled out of the store, being forced outside
into the cold night air.
"J-Jean! Please, let me explain why I left--" Marco was cut off as Jean threw
him into the backseat of his police car, landing painfully on his back.
"Jean..." Marco pleaded,"Let me just explain why I've done what I've done."
Marco soon started to struggle when Jean crawled on top of him, closing the car
door and locking it.
"J-Jean... What are you-- Ah!" Marco yelped in surprise when Jean tore his
black, short-sleeved shirt open to reveal a strong, pale chest.
"M-Marco... I've missed you so much... You suddenly left me and you didn't even
tell me where you were going... I thought I lost you... I-I need to feel you...
Please. Let me feel you." Jean pleaded, his tears falling onto Marco's cheeks.
"Please Marco... I love you."
Marco's eyes widened after hearing Jean's confession, tears starting to swell
in his eyes once again.
"O-oh Jean... I'm sorry I left you... But I had a good reason. T-touch me, do
what you want with me. I'll explain everything later."
With that being said, Jean quickly got rid of Marco's pants, boxers, and shoes,
leaving Marco completely naked and tied up for Jean's eyes.
"Gorgeous... Just like I remember." Jean smirked when he saw Marco blush a
glorious red.
"Shut up..." Marco quietly commanded.
Chuckling softly, Jean raised an eyebrow. "Are you telling me what to do? I
don't really like that.I should be the telling you what to do. But don't worry,
I'll fix that."
Sitting up, Jean slowly took off his belt with a swift roll of his hips. He
then smirked down at Marco who's eyes widened in realization. Marco opened his
mouth to protest but as soon as his mouth was open, the familiar metallic taste
of metal entered his mouth. Jean tied the back of the belt behind Marco's head
tightly, gagging the man with the belt. Jean licked his lips as he felt himself
getting hard just by the sight of Marco.
The way Marco struggled uselessly in his bonds, the way his saliva rolled down
the sides of his mouth where the leather belt cut into, the way his tongue
pushed against the metal buckle set between his teeth, it was simply too
delicious for Jean to just watch. He needed to feel.
Grabbing Marco's throbbing cock suddenly, Jean smirked as Marco bucked his hips
into the touch. Jean 'tsked' as he pushed Marco's hips down and held them there
with one hand.
"Such an impatient pet..." Jean growled beside Marco's ear, who whimpered in
return.
Painfully slow, Jean continued to stroke Marco's member before starting to rub
the slit with his thumb, making Marco moan loudly through his gag. It sent a
shiver up Jean's spine, making him feel warm inside that he was the one who was
drawing these reactions from his lover. He was the one who owned him.
Still gripping Marco's cock, Jean started sucking on three of his fingers
wetly. Once satisfied that they were slick enough, he moved his hand down
Marco's body all the way to the brunette's entrance. Jean started to poke in
his first digit, earning a moan from Marco who tried to push his hips down onto
Jean's finger but was held in place.
"Patience." Jean reminded Marco again, pushing his first digit all the way in.
"Ah..." Marco whimpered, breathing heavily as he tried to get used to the
feeling.
After pushing his finger in and out, Jean finally decides to start pushing in
another digit, scissoring his fingers gently to stretch Marco out some more.
"Hmm... You're definitely loosening up, how are you feeling? Good?" Jean
smirked when Marco nodded, adding in a third finger which Marco gratefully took
in.
"I think you're ready." Jean stated, going in between Marco legs and hitching
them over his shoulders so Marco's ass is lifted into the air.
Looking down at Jean intently, Marco hooked his ankles together behind Jean's
head, wondering when exactly did Jean take his pants off.
"This will hurt a bit so please try to bear it, alright?" Jean ran his fingers
through Marco's hair lovingly as Marco nodded.
Smiling softly, Jean started to push his aching member into Marco until he's
all the way in, then pulls out but not all the way, then thrusts back in,
moaning at the arousing sensation.
"S-shit... Marco... So tight... So good... Love you.." Jean groaned out small
words lovingly at Marco, hands gripping in Marco's hair.
"Ah..! Ngh...!" Marco moaned loudly, saliva running down his chin and the sides
of his mouth, small tears in the corners of his eyes from the embarrassment and
pleasure he's feeling.
Jean soon got into a rougher and faster pace, leaving both him and Marco shaken
up but wanting so much more as both men started to reach their limits.
"M-Marco... I'm so close... Ngh..!" Jean managed to choke out, clenching his
eyes shut as he starts to thrust as hard as he can into Marco.
"Ihhhh... Ighde!" Marco tried to tell Jean to cum inside of him, and judging by
Jean's facial expression, he understood.
Feeling very close himself, Marco tried his best to meet Jean's thrusts,
getting more desperate each second until he came along with Jean.
"Marco!"
And with that, the two men sat there, gasping and panting as he came off of
their climaxes. It took them a few minutes to clean up, but as soon as they
were done, Jean drove Marco to his house where they took a shower together and
decided to talk about everything that had happened.
***
"I left because I had too. Not because I wanted too." Marco began cuddling
close to Jean. They were both curled up under the covers of Jean's bed, Marco
borrowing some sleeping clothes from Jean.
"I never told you, but my family was very poor. We could barely afford food let
alone take care of a house. Finally, one day, the bank decided that it was time
to take our house away after we couldn't afford anymore bills. We had to leave
that night, so I decided to spend my last night in town with you. I wanted to
say good-bye properly but having sex was all I could think of... You waited
long enough and you had been asking for a while so, I wanted to fulfill your
request. I left in the middle of the night, I didn't write you a note because,
what was there to say? I didn't want you to worry so I thought it would be
better if I just disappeared for good. I've been trying to find a job and get
money for my family ever since, but, no one will hire me. And there hasn't been
a day where I haven't thought about you..." Marco quietly sniffled as he buried
his face into Jean's chest, willing himself not to break into tears.
Smiling softly, Jean tightened his grip around Marco and softly reassures
Marco. "I wondered where you were, yes. But thats why I got a job as a cop. So
I could find you." After seeing Marco's eyes widened, Jean continued, "And it
looks like I made the right decision."
Quietly lifting his head, Marco stared at Jean, tears in his eyes. "Jean... I
won't leave you ever again. You're my home, my haven. Let's start over."
Smiling softly, tears swelling in his eyes, Jean nodded in agreement. "I'll
help you and your family Marco. I'll find a job for both your parents and you.
I promise. And then, let's start over."
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