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</div></div><br/><br/><i>Soft. </i><br/><br/>Marcus' hands were soft and warm - on Luca's face, on his chest, in his dreams, under the umbrella of the street lamp in front of the nightclub the night he was abducted, under the first streams of morning light as Luca awoke naked, bound hand and foot on Marcus' bedroom floor. Luca could feel Marcus' hands in the pitch black of night, muscles and tendons dancing between each other in a lover's tango. Fingertips like lit matches grazing Luca's skin with flame, his scars being the measure of his love. Luca bore multiple scars accompanying the loss of his innocence, forever left with the memory of Marcus' flame dancing on him for the first time. His body still sensitized from the first act of coitus, Marcus' contact with his body caused Luca to emit a tiny gasp when he noticed the familiar glazing over in Marcus' eyes. It was almost as if he was that enchanting, that Luca could ensnare Marcus with a single gaze.<br/><br/>Then again, Luca was still scarred by the horrifying memory of when Marcus' hands and eyes turned to ice. It was hard for Luca to believe that the same soft hands caressing him had held his head beneath the water of a chilly pond until he couldn't breathe, just because he tried to make a run for freedom out the front door of the cabin. As Luca and Marcus entered the bedroom together, the young Brazilian model became aware of the electricity building in the air.  The moment Marcus joined him in bed and covered their bodies with the down comforter, the lust seemed to crackle like fireworks going off in the night sky.  As Marcus embraced him from behind, Luca couldn't stop himself from squirming with desire from his touch.  The scent of his masculine aroma drifted in through his nostrils, a scent he was quickly becoming attracted to.<br/><br/>A tingling sensation disrupted his moment of silence, and the tables soon turned. Luca was now caught in his web, a game of desire that was intoxicating. He curled onto his side to listen to Marcus tell the tale of his past love, the similarities Luca shared with him and the reason why they were no longer a part of each others lives, and began to wonder.<i>Did Marcus and his former lover play the same game that they were playing now?  The one where Marcus believed that he was his boyfriend, and that he was deeply in love with him? Was his former lover also forced to pretend he felt the same way for Marcus in return? Luca thought to himself. </i>Marcus' explanation left him with more questions than answers in his conflicted mind, especially when Marcus mentioned that it was his father's involvement that ended the relationship with his lover.<br/><br/>Marcus sounded incredibly bitter about how it had ended, providing a window into the tumultuous relationship Marcus and his father shared. Marcus' revelation caused Luca to remember his own emotions towards his absentee father while growing up in a single parent household in the favela. Lacking a father figure or a male role model set Luca apart from the other children around him, and Luca desperately craved that same connection they had but never was able to find it. One day a frustrated, hormonal fifteen-year old Luca finally summoned up the nerve to ask his mother why his father left home and never returned. As Luca lay beside Marcus silently listening to his refrains of love and attraction for him, the sound of his mother's voice drowned out his voice.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d"><br/>
"Luca. One day I looked closely at your father, and realized that only a kind person can truly love themselves, love others and be strong. Without strength all your father was, was a rock, one so cold and hard it would shatter if it were struck or dropped on the ground. True love should always come with warmth, emotional intelligence and forbearance. A strong man will protect and nurture his wife and children no matter what their situation is. The relationship we shared was different, it was not love. His emptiness began to drain me. His selfish indifference blinded him to my pain. Your father demanded that I give more to him, and I did, over and over until there was nothing of myself left to give. Then he became angry, like a thirsty man trying to drink from an empty vessel. He made me feel inadequate, broken, compelled to keep giving more emotionally to him. His version of love made me feel confused as to why I could never give him enough to satisfy him. Luca just know this. One day you will find someone to love, that loves you in return. Only you can alter your path, your timeline, your life. Every rock in the sunshine is warm, and with such a partner life is always summer. Your father made me feel as though it were winter. Avoid someone claiming to love you, that is cold and demanding more of you than you can give, otherwise it will be winter for you as well."</span><br/><br/>Luca's body shivered, but not because of the arousal his body was supposed to feel when Marcus slid his hand between his thighs in an attempt to rouse his sex to attention. He shivered because deep down inside he already had a good idea of what the icy breeze of Marcus' winter felt like.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"He accepted me. I loved him, like I love you now."</span><br/><br/>But did<i>he</i>love Marcus? Or had he just accepted Marcus' love just as Luca had to?<br/><br/>Somehow Luca felt that was what the word<i> accepted </i>really meant. Marcus' ex-lover eventually escaped Luca's fate, and because of that Luca was brought here to fulfill whatever role his former lover was meant to perform. Luca's chest heaved, as he choked back a sob of resignation that Marcus wouldn't be able to hear. He had to push forward, it was too late to go backward now. Luca had to accept Marcus.<br/><br/>As Luca's reality shifted, Marcus suddenly became the only healthy drug there was, the one that put his mind into a frenzy of sparks. The simple touch of his hand led Luca into moving against his body in ways he never learned before, but suddenly knew so well. Feelings of growing arousal rocked Luca's head backwards as Marcus kissed his neck and pushed his tumescence against him. Marcus' touch engulfed Luca's senses, stealing away any worries about Marcus' past life or former relationships with others. In that moment, Luca was only alive in the present, all thoughts of the  past and future began melting away. This medicine Marcus brought healed him, and although Luca was addicted he felt a sense of safety because Marcus was equally addicted to him.<br/><b><br/>
"No, Marcus. I'm no tired. Please to give me more of you? Yes?"</b>he purred, words of surrender pouring forth from Luca's lips with his next breath.