<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Marcus could feel he was putting everything he had to get away, and he wasn't sure how much thought he'd actually put into this plan of his. He hadn't had any idea where he was going, and if he'd known the terrain better, Marcus wasn't sure he'd been able to catch him. Luca was obviously faster, but as Marcus proved with hauling his struggling body up the steps; Marcus was the stronger of the two.<br/>
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“Silly, stupid boy,” Marcus growled. “Think for a moment, Luca. Put that pretty little head of yours to use. If I let you go, you'd freeze. We're much too far away for you to get anywhere on foot, and now you're wet because you made a poor choice.” Marcus wasn't above pointing out the flaws in Luca's little mad dash towards freedom. His voice had taken on a more even tone once he'd made it back through the open doorway. He kicked it closed and started back up the stairs, Luca in tow.<br/>
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“Pick up your damn feet,” Marcus snarled, trying to get Luca to cooperate with him. He was cold. He knew Luca had to be freezing, as soaked as he'd gotten being plunged beneath Marcus in the icy river water. Marcus was thoroughly displeased with this new occurrence. His patient expression had vanished, replaced with a harder, more resolved expression.<br/>
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“You betrayed me, Luca. You know I can't trust you now.”<br/>
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Marcus didn't see that he'd done the very same thing, breaking Luca's trust. He only saw his world, and how he imagined it should be. This was not how he wanted things, but he was in too deep to do anything about it now. He'd have to work with what he had, maybe turn things around, or Luca's future would be a bleak prospect. His hands were rough and jerky as he shook Luca out of his shirt.<br/>
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“<i>Stop,</i>” Marcus warned dangerously, in regards to Luca's struggling. “I'm going to get you warm.” The last thing he wanted was him getting sick. He was no doctor, and he knew he wouldn't be able to take Luca anywhere if something were to happen. He didn't know enough about hypothermia to know when it'd set in, but he did know Luca had very little fat on his body to keep warm with. The only reason the river hadn't frozen was because it was fast moving, but it was far too chilly for any same person to take a dip. He grabbed a tie off the nightstand, using it to secure Luca's wrists tightly behind his back before directing him into the bathroom. <br/>
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“You're going to get a shower,” Marcus informed. “Your pants,” he indicating that Luca should cooperate when the older man tried to help Luca out of them, then his underwear. Whether he cooperated or not was up to him, but Marcus was in no mood for further disobedience. With a hand on Luca's bonds, he reached to turn on and adjust the water.<br/>
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“This isn't how I wanted to see you for the first time. I would have been patient with you, Luca. Now you no longer get to have that luxury,” Marcus went on. “It's disappointing for me that it has to be this way. It's difficult to appreciate your body with how angry I am at you.”<br/>
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Luca might not have realized it until Marcus was undressing as well that he intended to shower with him. He simply couldn't be trusted alone, and Marcus' clothing was wet as well. He gave Luca a shove towards the tub, though he helped him balance to get in so that he wouldn't slip. Afterwords, he shed his own clothing, revealing a body that wasn't as lean as Luca, more muscled, but not excessively so. He looked the part of standard, thirtysomething average American male that took care of himself throughout the years. He wasn't anywhere near aroused, even having stripped Luca.</span></span>