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</span>​</div><span style="font-size: 18px"><i>The night he danced with Marcus was a fun time, a good and unforgettable memory for Luca.</i><br/>
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Luca was weary, becoming physically, emotionally and mentally drained during the four days that Marcus spent away from the cabin. The male model was desperately trying not to let his fatigue show now that Marcus had returned with gifts, by being more talkative than he usually was. Keeping Marcus engaged could possibly prevent him from noticing the faint shadows under his eyes that spoke of multiple sleepless nights, and the early indication that Luca had dropped a few pounds from his toned frame that gave his athletic form more of a lithe appearance that wasn't evident before Marcus left for the city.<br/>
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<b>"I went to university in Sao Paulo, Brazil for me to learn art. I study that before modeling scout find me and bring me to New York. It something I good at. You like drawing?"</b> Luca inquired curiously, looking for signs of Marcus' approval.<br/>
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Although Luca tried to kiss Marcus on the cheek, Marcus managed to have his way with his lips by pressing a possessive kiss against them. It would have been easy for Luca to struggle and prevent Marcus from forcing the kiss upon him, but there was an undercurrent that still ebbed in his erogenous zones from how Marcus had stroked and fondled him last time, and to be honest he was craving human contact after not having it for four days straight. Whether it be physical contact that was desired or undesired, his heart skipped a beat when Marcus arm slid around his waist. Being a bad boy hadn't changed his situation any, except for the worst.<br/>
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<i>"Obrigado</i>, <b>Marcus. I very happy you like drawing. I make more for you later. I give you this," </b>he passed a folded piece of paper towards Marcus, something that he requested Luca do while he was gone.<br/>
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<b>"I please ask for those things, thank you." </b>he replied, once Marcus had his list in hand.<br/>
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He was fairly certain that his list of items would be meticulously inspected and analyzed by Marcus, as to whether they were necessary or not as well as Luca's reasons for wanting those particular things over others but the smell of food was distracting. The food that Marcus had brought back smelled so very delicious, that Luca felt his salivary glands gush with fluid to accompany the gnawing hunger that suddenly erupted in his belly. There was no way at this point that Luca would compromise his opportunity of having another person to talk to, or to share a decadent meal with.<br/>
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All Luca wanted to do was get away from the cellar Marcus had kept him imprisoned in, but there was a limitation. Luca could only move as fast as Marcus led him past the securely locked threshold that barred him from exploring the main and upper floor of the cabin. Urged forward by the press of Marcus' hand to his lower back, Luca moved expeditiously and eagerly towards the space he viewed as less claustrophobic. Almost immediately, his lungs filled with air and everything in the rooms around him appeared brighter and less dingy.<br/>
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Especially the candles that were lit at the table where they would share their dinner, casting an ambience of romance against its creamy walls. Marcus was prepared with all the special touches, hot prepared meal, wine, and himself. Luca was full of questions for Marcus.<br/>
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<b>"Your work sound full of stress, Marcus. I glad you here with me now, we spend time together and enjoy each other's company. Maybe you teach me English words or the game on shelf to makes word?"</b> he asked, pointing out a Scrabble game on a nearby shelf that hadn't gathered dust like the ones down in the cellar.<br/>
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<b>"You are smart man, you think of me all the time. All the things you remember of me, like no cheese. Thank you."</b> Luca complimented him as he was led to the table.<br/>
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<b>"It no matter your work, you relax here with me now. Just know I miss you too when you not here. My heart ache to be with you,</b>" Luca sincerity wasn't far from the truth.<br/>
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Luca didn't like the cellar one bit, and because he didn't want to be locked back down there he was trying very hard to be good. As he sat down at the table his eyes were wide in observation as he exclaimed, <i>"Você brilha na luz da vela</i>, <b>Marcus."</b><br/>
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Marcus would notice that the time away from Luca had altered his spirited behavior a bit, he was more subdued and his attitude more pleasant. He smiled at Marcus as he pulled up his chair so he was closer to the table, taking the time to inhale the pungent spices of Mediterranean cuisine, sauces and flavors of the take out Italian that Marcus favored so much.<br/>
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<b>"Mmm," </b>Luca sighed. <b>"I can't wait to taste this food. What is name of this meal, Marcus?" </b><br/>
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<b>"I think you work too hard. Maybe you like hot bath, and massage. I not perfect with that but I like to take bath with you Marcus so you feel relax. You like this idea?" </b>Luca offered.<br/>
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Luca might have been a shitty cook, but there were other things he could try to do in order to make Marcus feel better besides burn food. Maybe if Marcus could see that Luca was talented in other things beside his ability to draw, he could overlook the things Luca couldn't do well at all. He studied Marcus' handsome visage in the candlelight as he poured the wine, the stirrings of arousal left to simmer for the moment.<br/>
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<b>"Then we snuggle in your warm bed? I be good for you, Marcus, you like that." </b>Luca promised.<br/>
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Thirsty, Luca picked up his wine glass but elected to wait until Marcus poured his own.<b> "You make toast for us, Marcus, yes?"</b><br/>
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Something better than the standard toast, was in order. Luca was eager to begin the evening, if only to share Marcus' warmth while he was in a good mood. He didn't want to cause the amiable feeling to dissipate between them and wind up hogtied on Marcus' bedroom floor or worse, tied up and left alone in the cellar. Luca didn't think he could stand that, not now.<br/>
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<b>"I sang songs from home. I draw, make list for you like you ask me to, " </b>Luca answered, avoiding any discussion of how he screamed and cried in panic mode in the cellar until his stomach cramped up and caused him to throw up several times.</span>