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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
  Relationship:
      Gokudera_Hayato/Yamamoto_Takeshi
  Character:
      Gokudera_Hayato, Yamamoto_Takeshi, Yamamoto_Tsuyoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, Uke!Yamamoto, Seme!Gokudera, PWP, Smut, Shouta,
      BDSM, All_kinds_of_smut, 5980_-_Freeform, Blowjobs, Kissing,
      Inexperienced, Topping_from_the_Bottom
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-06-01 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1093
****** Kiss Me ******
by carryonmyblueeyedangel
Summary
     25 year old Gokudera Hayato teaches 14 year old Yamamoto Takeshi his
     lessons.
'Kiss me, Hayato. Just kiss me, astound me.'
These thoughts were those in the mind of Takeshi Yamamoto. The man was much
older than he was, but he didn’t care, even if he could help it, which he
couldn’t. The arms of his father’s friend circled around him. He was almost as
tall as Gokudera-san, but not quite there.
“Hey shorty.” The twenty four year old man ruffled his hair playfully.
“Maa, I’m catching up, Hayato-san!” He laughed, gazing up into his teal eyes.
He scoffed in reply, “You wish.”
Takeshi grinned and again buried his face into the man’s chest, inhaling his
scent. Hayato smelled like Italy; spice and wine, with the faint accent of
cigarettes. All too soon, Hayato pulled away and went into the kitchen to find
Tsuyoshi, the baseball idol trailing behind.
“Yo, Hayato-kun, grab yourself a beer from the fridge.” Tsuyoshi grinned
.
Hayato nodded and opened the fridge, digging through it for the beers. No one
noticed how the Takeshi’s eyes were glued to the man’s ass as it swayed. He was
a fourteen year old boy, he couldn’t exactly control his reaction to this
wonderful sight. Yes, the school’s baseball star played for the other team, he
liked guys. Hayato’s hips moved from side to side dutifully, as if he was
trying to get this reaction out of him. The raven haired boy fidgeted and
squirmed in his seat. Finally, Hayato finished in the refrigerator and sat
beside his father, popping the lid off of the beer.
Takeshi sat, closing his eyes to eliminate the thoughts he was having. He let
himself relax, and waited for his problem to go away. When it was gone he got
up and got an ice-cream bar from the freezer. Revenge is a dish, best served
cold.
Hayato sat at the table and popped the top off of beer, eyes falling on the
fourteen year old boy sitting in front of him. He’d never liked kids, but this
boy was good looking. Black hair, big, brown eyes, tall, muscled; the boy way
gorgeous, and had been in love with him since they met. Hayato knew this
because every time Hayato had announced he would be coming over, the beer was
on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator, but when he would just drop in, it
would be where Tsuyoshi normally put it, on the top. The boy was currently,
eating an ice cream bar, licking diligently at the frozen treat. He nearly
choked on his bear when Takeshi slowly drug his tongue from the bottom of the
bar to the top. The damned kid was teasing him.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll go get it, Take, keep Hayato company.”
Two can play at that game. Hayato thought, getting up to sit beside the boy.
“Hayato-san?” Takeshi asked, an innocent look on his face.
“Hey Take-kun, can I taste some?” he asked, closing his eyes and smiling.
“S-sure.” The baseball idol stuttered out. His face flushed crimson as the
twenty four year old leant over and licked his ice-cream, following the exact
path with his tongue that Takeshi had used before. The hot feeling that was
spreading throughout his body intensified when Hayato’s eyes met his, and he
licked his lips. “Ha..Hayato..s-san?”
“Tch, something wrong?” A smirk adorned the silveret’s face.
“I…ie…” His word was barely a whisper. 'Please… you’re basically screaming it.
Kiss me! Kiss me!'
“Alright then.” 'Kid… you know what I want…? For you to kiss me, close the
distance.'
“So… was it good?” Takeshi grew enough strength to start playing back. He
licked his lips and took a long lick of the ice-cream.
“Quite. But I think you should enjoy it.” The silver haired man took another
lick and moved back to his seat, purposefully leaning forward and brushing his
lips against Takeshi’s neck in the process. That’ll teach the brat to tease a
grown man.
Tsuyoshi stopped into the kitchen to inform Hayato and Takeshi that he’d have
to go out for an hour or two. Perfect, just perfect… how will I survive this?
The baseball star new he was in for it.
Hayato heard the door close and put his elbows on the table, tucking his wrist
beneath his chin and running his other hand through his hair, staring intently
at the boy. “Hey, Takeshi?”
“Y-yes?”
“Did you know I moved into a place nearby?” The sea green eyed man gave the
baseball star a heated stare.
“N… no I didn’t. That’s g-great..” Yeah, great, so now he can tease me more…
“Isn’t it?” The smirk returned to Hayato’s face. 'Maybe next time I can bend
you-'
Hayato’s thoughts were interrupted by Takeshi’s voice, “What’s going on
exactly?”
This shocked the man, he hadn’t expected that. “I don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
“You… with the fridge… and licking my ice-cream… and brushing your lips along
my neck like that…”
“What about you with the beer, and the seductively licking the ice-cream?”
Hayato replied, the smirk still there. Takeshi got up and sat beside him,
scooting the chair close. Hayato looked over at the boy, their faces inches
apart. “I could get in a lot of trouble for this, kid.”
“You don’t care.”
“How do you know that?” Hayato raised a brow.
“I know you’re in the mafia, and you don’t care about breaking rules.” Takeshi
leaned a bit closer.
“Yeah, you’ve got that right.”
“Kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Hayato closed the short distance, pressing their lips together.
Immediately, Takeshi’s hands went to the man’s silver locks, intertwining his
long slender fingers in them. Hayato slid his hands down to the boy’s waist,
biting softly on his lip. Takeshi moaned into his mouth, giving Hayato the
chance to slip his tongue into the baseball star’s mouth. He explored the
inexperienced boys tongue, feeling it’s awkward movements. The older man pulled
away. “Follow my movements.” Hayato leant in and kissed him again, this time in
an teaching manner. Takeshi eventually got the hang of it, this time sliding
his hands down the man’s chest. He’s getting it. Hayato bit on his lip again,
looking for another moan. He got what he wanted, Takeshi moaned softly, once
again giving the twenty four year old access to sweep his tongue against the
raven haired boy’s.
“Hayato,” the boy mewled softly, melting into him.
Hayato pulled away and looked at him, “Lesson one; Kissing.” The silveret
smirked and leaned in again. He hoped Tsuyoshi got caught up doing something,
because he wasn’t sure an hour would be long enough.
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lled look in his eyes again. Marcus
leaned over Chase and kissed him slowly while fingering him. " Please say your
ready for something other then my fingers, please " Marcus begged. Chase felt
his cock twitch at the sound.
"Yes, I'm ready" Chase said in a husky voice. Marcus put lube on his member and
positioned himself at Chases entrence and pushed in slowly. Chase moaned and
wrapped his legs around Marcus' hips. Marcus kept pushing until he was fully
seated in Chase. They both stilled while Chase adjusted then pulled Marcus
closer with his legs. Marcus stared moving in and out slowly at first but
picked up speed and was soon pounding into Chase who was moaning and grasping
to the sheets and twisting them. " Marcus ahhh....I'm close ahhh close" Chase
said between gasps and pants.
"Me too" Marcus grunted. A few more thrusts and Chase was spilling his seed all
over the two of them, never even touching himself. Marcus was close behind,
losing control when Chase squeezed around him.
Marcus pulled out and laid next to Chase, both catching their breath. Chase
turned to look at Marcus. His blue eyes were closed but Chase could imagine the
blue irises in the back of his mind.
"I came to study with you" Chase said accusingly once he. gained enough breath.
Marcus opened his eyes and turned to look at Chase. Those blue eyes held
mischief.
"I thought that was studying" Marcus replied with mock innocence. Chase pushed
against his chest.
"We have a test in biology Wednesday, I don't want to fail" Chase kissed Marcus
as he said it, ghosting his finger tips along the marks he made.
"Well, we're the two top students in that class so I think we're good" Marcus
said between kisses. He got up and walked to the bathroom to get a washcloth.
Marcus sat beside Chase and cleaned up his cum leaking from his ass. "Maybe we
should use condoms so I don't have to do laundry every other day"
"If you want, I doubt it will feel the same" Chase knew he couldn't get any
diseases and he couldn't give any to Marcus so he was fine with no condom sex.
"Next time..." Marcus seemed troubled with what he was going to say. He looked
at Chase and Chase saw worry in those blue eyes. He sat up, whincing only
slightly, and put his hands on Marcus'.
"Next time what?" He asked, concern taking over. Marcus shook and hung his head
sadly. "Marcus, you can tell me" Chase placed one hand on Marcus' cheek and
lifted his head slightly.
Marcus took a deep breath and began again "next time I want to do something
different, but you might say no" Marcus looked hurt and tried to look back at
his lap but Chase kept his face turned towards him.
"Whatever kink it is I won't say no without trying it first, I'll even try
bondage if you want" Chase smiled softly at Marcus and Marcus smiled back.
"It's not bondage" his smile faded, " I want you to" he stopped to breath "fuck
me"
Chase was a bit taken aback, he never really thought about doing that before.
Whenever he thought of Marcus in bed he had always been above him. Well
sometimes below but still topping. Chase looked at Marcus to gauge how serious
he was. Marcus looked like he was in great distress. He looked so nervous and
scared. Chase pulled him into a kiss.
"Of course I can. Only if your sure though" Chase said once they weren't
connected by there lips. "I would do anything for you I thought you knew that"
A wave of relief seemed to wash over Marcus because he was smiling again and
kissing back " I'm sure. And I would do anything for you too" he whispered the
last part against Chases lips.
***** Tell me it's not true *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter does not have sex in it
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Chase got home he was greeted with Bree scolding him about being late. 
"I just want to know where you were for 3 hours, I told you Mr.Davenport wanted
us home right after school but you go off and then ignore all my calls? Not
cool Chase" she stated with her arms crossed over her chest while tapping her
foot. The older Bree got the more mom like she became. 
"I was at the library, I turned my phone off and we didn't have training today
so I thought I could have a day off for once". I pushed past her and went into
the kitchen. 
"I would agree with you but Leo isn't answering his phone either, we thought he
might be with you" she looked worried, "you don't know where he is do you?" 
"No" Chase felt his insides twist with guilt. What if Leo was captured? If
Chase hadn't been with Marcus, Leo would be safe at home instead of God knows
where. "But this is Leo we're talking about, he's probably fine" he immediately
regretted saying 'probably', Bree's frown deepened at the word. 
"Yeah" she said still frowning, "He's probably fine" she turned to go upstairs
when Leo crashed through the door. "Leo!" She ran to a panting Leo. 
"Marcus" he gasped, clutching his knees, "evil...proof" he grabbed at his
pockets then looked confused. "My phone!" He shouted, digging through his empty
pockets, "I had photographic proof that Marcus is evil, where is my-" a look of
realization came over his features, "I must have dropped it when I was running
from the giant robot" 
"Leo, your not making any sense" Chase said, "Marcus isn't evil and what giant
robot?"
Leo looked at him seriously, "Marcus has bionics and he said if I told anyone
he would expose you, Bree and Adam to the government" Chase just blankly looked
back at him, processing the information. "He threatened me today, so I followed
him to his house. He captured me using a gigantic  orange robot." 
"Marcus most definitely does not have bionics Leo, hes just the new kid" Bree
tried to get Leo to sit down but he refused. 
"No, he's evil. Him and his dad are planning to capture you, I don't know why
but he's evil, so it can't be good" Leo looked frantic. 
Chase was feeling sick, he didn't know why. He knew Leo was just delusional.
But he had no reason to lie so maybe he was telling the truth. Maybe Marcus is
evil and is just using Chase to get close to the Davenports. Chase held tight
to the sofa. 
"Chase?" Bree put a hand on his shoulder, "are you ok, your looking a bit
green?" Chase straightened up, putting on a face that was hopefully less
green. 
"Yeah fine" he let go of the sofa and walked towards the door, "I think I
forgot a book at the library, I'll be right back" he practically ran out the
door. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Ok so before Chase got to Marcus' house last chapter, Leo was already
     there and was captured by that big robot thing. Marcus left to go
     have sex with Chase and then came back and 'fought' Leo. And that the
     time line.
***** Truth *****
Chapter Summary
     Broke my heart while writing this
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Chase knocked on Marcus' door. No one answered. He knocked harder. This time he
heard shattering glass and the padding of feet. The door swung open to reveal a
wild eyed Marcus.
"Shit" he muttered under his breath, then put on a smile that was too fake to
be taken seriously, "Chase, what are you here?"
"Don't look at me like that" Chase pushed pass Marcus, walking further into the
house. He saw a pile of broken glass littering the floor. He turned to face
Marcus. "Leo came home today going on and on about how you are evil, I don't
want to believe him but that smile makes me think he's right."
Marcus' smile slid off his face into a stoic look. "I'm sorry Chase" was all he
said before he took a cloth out from behind his back and lunged at Chase. Chase
stepped back and put his hand up to block Marcus' attack.
Marcus tackled him to the floor and attempted to pull the cloth over Chase's
mouth. Chase grabbed his arm and held it away from his face but Marcus was
stronger than him. The cloth inched closer until it was firmly on his mouth.
Chase held his breath and struggled to get Marcus off him.
Marcus' expression was blank. There was no trace of the love Chase thought they
had shared. There was no anger or malice on his face either. His blue eyes
still looked dim.
Chase's vision was tinged with red and tears were streaming down his face, he
was tempted to take a breath but knew if he did Marcus would win. He ignored
the pounding in his head, the screaming of his lungs. He focused on Marcus'
face. He heard Marcus pleading.
"Please" Marcus whispered above him, "breath, please" he let up on the cloth a
bit but Chase was too weak to pull away and too stubborn to breath. "I don't
want you dead, please, Chase I love you please".
Chase closed his eyes and fought the building pressure in his head and chest.
He distantly heard Marcus repeating 'I love you' and 'open you eyes' through
the buzzing in his ears. Chase felt the darkness encasing him and too late he
realized he was breathing.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm sorry
***** Heartbreak *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm sorry
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The air smelled wet and musty. A blinding white/blue light hit Chase's eyes as
he opened them. He was lying on his side in what looked like a cage made out of
luminescent bars. Chase slowly hauled himself up to a sitting position. The
room beyond the bars was made of concrete and had what looked like a control
panel on a metal machine. In the far back of the room there was a cork board
with pictures of Him, Bree and Adam. They were pictures taken far away but some
of Chase looked like the person was right in front of him. There were even
pictures of Chase's scars.
Chase's felt his heart rate speed up. Marcus wasn't in the room. Chase went up
to one of the bars and lightly touched it. Zap!
Yep, electrified.
The door on the other side of the room squeaked open and Marcus stepped
through. He was staring at the floor. He walked tentatively towards Chase's
cage.
"What the hell Marcus?" Chase strained his voice to sound angry but it just
sounded tired. "Why are you doing this? And what are these pictures?".
Marcus looked up and Chase saw tears in his eyes. There was a bruise forming
just below his left eye. "Chase, I'm so sorry"
"Sorry isn't going to cover this" Chase stood as close to the bars as he could
without getting shocked. "Are those pictures of me naked?" He pointed to the
ones showing his scars.
Marcus turned his face away and nodded slowly. "I'm so sorry" he said quieter
and weaker than before. He was starting to shake.
"Oh please" Chase said with exaspiration, "save it for someone who will believe
you" he was sick of Marcus ' act. He was trying not to let the quiet sobs get
to him. He held up his head and willed the tears to disappear. Marcus was
taking deep breaths to stop crying. "I want the truth".
"I didn't want to do this" Marcus whispered in a wet voice, "my father" he
paused, "my father made me, he wants you, Bree and Adam. I don't know why, he
wouldn't tell me.
"He told me to get close to one of you. I picked you" Marcus looked to Chase
with hopeful eyes. If he thought that sad, puppy dog eyes were enough for Chase
to forgive him he was wrong. Chase kept his gaze steady and cold.
"So you don't love me" Chase's voice cracked a little.
"No! No I love you, I really do." Marcus said hastely, "If you don't believe
anything else I say just believe that I love you and I don't want to do this to
you".
Chase saw his opportunity, "If you really love me then you'll let me out" Chase
felt the tears he had been holding back pick at his eyes. "Please, Marcus. If
you love me you wouldn't do this to me" he pleaded.
Marcus backed away, shaking his head as he went, "No I can't. I'm so sorry
Chase but I don't know what he'll do".
"Who is 'he' Marcus? Your father? Did he hit you?" Chase couldn't help but be
worried for Marcus. He still loved him even though Marcus betrayed him.
Marcus had fear glazing his blue eyes, "he want you, Bree and Adam. I can't
disobey him. I'm sorry". Marcus walked back though the door.
"No Marcus, I can help you but you have to get me out if this, Marcus!" Chase
yelled after him but the door was already closed. Silence lay heavy in the air.
All Chase could hear was his own breaths. All he could feel was something wet
falling on his face. He reached up and wiped away the tears rolling down his
cheeks.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm gonna leave this up to you, should Marcus be faking the whole 'I
     really do love you' act or is he telling the truth?
***** Take my Breath Away *****
Chapter Summary
     It deviates from the shows plot a lot.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Bree rubbed her temples as Chase silently sobbed in the corner of their
electric cage.
She and Adam had woken up to find themselves in a concrete lab. Chase had told
them about Marcus and how he was involved with him. Bree almost shed a tear the
way her brother looked so lost whenever he said Marcus’ name. Almost.
She couldn’t believe Chase had gotten himself into so much trouble. She
expected this from Adam, but never Chase.
Speaking of Adam, he was pacing back and forth in the small space, occasionally
punching the blue bars and instantly regretting it.
“God, ouch!” Adam yelled as he hit the bars again, “Chase!”.
Chase looked up startled. Bree couldn’t help but think he looked like a kicked
puppy, just waiting for the next blow.
“Help us get out of here!” Adam was seething, keeping him in close quarters was
never a good idea.
“I--I can’t” he said as he hung his head yet again.
Bree took hold of his arms and started to shake him, “I’m sorry about Marcus, I
really am, but you can’t just give up Chase”. He pried away from her grip.
“There’s no way to deactivate the bars from in here. I’d have to be out there,”
He pointed to the control panel, “and I don’t know if you noticed, Bree, but
I’m in here.” He turned to face the opposite wall, “I can’t do anything until
Marcus returns.”
Adam stopped his pacing to look at his brother. Bree didn’t think he knew what
was going on between Chase and Marcus. “What are you going to do when he gets
back?” he asked innocently enough.
“Chase, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Bree reached out to
comfort him but Chase’s shoulder but he evaded her hand.
“It’s fine, I’ll do what I can.”
“Wait….what? Do what, I don’t understand,” Adam looked to Bree, “what’s Chase
gonna do?”
As soon as Bree opened her mouth to explain to poor Adam, Marcus appeared at
the door.
He didn’t make a move to come any closer. He looked between the siblings as if
to gauge their anger.
Chase straightened himself and prepared to do whatever he had to to get them
out of this mess.
“Marcus.” Chase voice was surprisingly even as it cut through the silence.
Marcus’ eyes snapped to look at Chase, but he still didn’t move from his
position from the doorway.
“Marcus, please” Chase tried again. He slid his arm through the bars, careful
to not touch them. He extended his hand to Marcus who in turn gravitated
towards him.
Marcus’ eyes were shining as he reached out to take Chase’s hand. Their fingers
curled together.
“I don’t want to do this to you.” Marcus whispered in a strained voice. His
eyes were fixed on their joined hands.
“Look at me” Chase said softly. Marcus tilted his head up. “You don’t have to”
Chase started rubbing circles into Marcus’ palm. “You can let us go, you can
help us.”
Marcus blinked back tears and went to turn his head down.
“Hey” Chase encouraged, but he faltered before he uttered his next words,”I
still love you.”
Bree saw realization dawn on Adam’s face but she held a finger to her lips
before he could say anything.
Marcus looked at Chase in surprise. “How?” he choked out.
Chase removed his hand from Marcus’ grip and reached up to lightly touch under
his eye where the bruise was. “I don’t blame you” Marcus leaned into his hand,
“I blame Him.”
Chase knew those were the wrong words to use as soon as he said them. Marcus’
eyes held fear at the mention of Him. Chase had to act fast to take back what
he said.
“But I can help you, we can help you.” Marcus still looked unsure. “I promise
you, Marcus, I’ll help you.”
But Marcus kept retreating. Pulling further away from Chase. “I love you Chase,
but He already promised not to hurt you.”
“And you believe Him….over me?” Chase kept his hand out to Marcus, “I never hit
you, I never force you to do anything. But you trust Him more.”
Marcus shook his head, “please stop” he said in a small voice.
Chase retracted his hand slowly back through the bars, “Ok.”
Marcus looked confused and scared at Chase's sudden disinterest.
Tears blurred Chase’s vision but his mind was clear. “I’ll stop”. He grabbed
the bars before anyone knew what was going on. Sparks flew off the cage and
Chase’s body. Screams filled the room. Chase shut his eyes and felt the
electricity rip through his body. It was the most painful thing he thought he
had ever experienced. Adam grabbed his brother around the waist and tried to
pry him away from the bars but Chase wouldn’t budge.
Bree thought fast and yelled over the noise to Marcus who was also trying to
pry Chase’s fingers off the bars, “he’ll die. Please Marcus, deactivate the
bars!”
Marcus rushed to the control panel and frantically started hitting every button
with shaky hands. Finally Chase’s screams stopped. Marcus watched with wide
eyes as Adam dragged Chase’s limp body to the middle of the lab. He started
towards him but Adam whipped around and growled, “stay away from him.”
Chase coughed once then turned on his side and started to heave. Marcus ignored
Adam’s remark and knelt beside Chase, taking his hand and placing the other on
his shoulder.
Chase rolled back to face the ceiling and Marcus realized he wasn’t breathing.
Instead of a steady rise and fall of the chest, Chase’s convulsed while he
suffocated silently.
Marcus tilted his head back and pinched Chase’s nose.
He brought his mouth down and blew air into Chase, desperately trying to save
his life.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry about the long wait and the cliff hanger. School has been
     getting in the way.
***** Announcement *****
Hi everyone. I'm really sorry that I haven't updated this fic in a very long
time, I've been having writers block but just for this story. I don't want to
abandon it because I feel like in the future I will finish it, I already know
how its going to end. I'm just motivating in other fanfics right now. This is
my very first fanfic and while I'm not too proud of it I won't rewrite any of
the chapter so the future chapters will be a different style and I think that's
one of the things holding me back from continuing this. I just wanted to let
you guys know that I haven't forgotten about this story and say I'm sorry.
***** Take My Breath Away Part.2 *****
Chapter Summary
     I'm back!! So after almost three years of leaving this fanfic on my
     hypothetical shelf to collect hypothetical dust I'm back with an
     update. I'm going to try to write post the rest of this fanfic by
     summer so I don't leave you guys hanging for three years again.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“1, 2, 3, 4…” Marcus muttered under his breath with every push of Chase’s
chest.
Bree and Adam sat quietly by but Marcus could feel the tension coming in waves
off of them. Marcus tilted Chase’s head back again and blew as much air as he
could into the boy's lungs. If Chase died Marcus didn't know what he would do.
He was the cause of all this, the reason Chase was dying and trapped by his
father.
It was supposed to be easy, getting Chase to trust him enough that he cold lure
him into a trap. But Marcus had gotten attached. It was all his fault. He
remembered the first time they kissed. It was after their second date. Marcus
remembered how easy it was to make Chase blush.
“I had a great time tonight.” Chase said beside him. Marcus had his hands in
his pockets but reached out to take Chase’s, “can we do this again?”
Tilt the head back.
Marcus chuckled quietly at how Chase’s face turned red. “Of course,” he said,
“but only if you agree to a kiss.”
Two breaths
Chase looked at him with a mixture of adoration and shock, his blush turning
darker as he nodded silently.
1, 2, 3, 4...
Marcus leaned down to press his lips against the shorter boy’s. There was a
spark as soon as their lips touched and Marcus jerked back quickly. He hadn't
been expecting that. He saw the confused look on Chase’s face and put aside his
own confusion to continue kissing him. He felt the spark again but kept himself
pressed firmly to his mission.
“Marcus, you're not helping,” Bree pushed him back from Chase and set her hand
on top of his chest. She started to vibrate her hands to try and jolt Chase’s
heart into beating normally again. Marcus looked up to Adam who was glaring at
him from behind Bree.
“I would kill you if Chase wasn't dying right now” Adam spat at him.
Marcus shrunk back from the Davenport kids. Bree kept her hand on Chase’s
chest, vibrating to the point where his clothes had started to burn. Marcus
could feel the lump in his throat rise as he realized that it was taking too
long.
Bree pulled her hand away, “I can’t” she had tears rolling down her face, her
hands shaking uncontrollably. She turned to Adam and fell against his arms
sobbing.
There was silence.
Marcus felt tears welling up in his eyes. He lowered his head towards Chase’s
chest and rested it there. He closed his eyes against the world. Against Bree’s
crying. Against Adam’s silent tears. Against the faint beating in the back of
his mind.
Beating.
Marcus bolted up, startling Bree and Adam. “I hear a heartbeat!”
Bree looked at him for a second before pressing her ear against Chase’s chest.
“Oh my god,” she said when she sat back up, “he’s alive.”
“What do we do?” Adam looked to Marcus.
“I…” Marcus searched his brain for something. Anything. “Adrenaline!” he rushed
over to his father’s array of bottles and started looking for adrenaline.
“Do you know how much we should use?” Bree was already looking for a syringe.
Marcus grabbed the right bottle and turned to her, “I have no idea,” he didn’t
know if this would kill Chase or save him. They filled the syringe halfway full
of adrenaline and went back to kneeling around Chase. Bree held the needle
inches away from her brother’s neck. She plunged it into Chase’s vein and
pressed down. They waited for it work.
They waited for what felt like hours but in reality was only seconds.
Chase surged up, gasping for breath.
Marcus clutched at Chase’s outstretched hand. “I’m---s” he choked on his words,
“I’m s--so sorry” Marcus felt tears roll down his cheeks, “I n--never wanted to
h--hurt you”.
Chase blinked up at Marcus. He opened his mouth to say something but was met
with a fit of coughing.
Bree tapped her fingers on her thigh, “hate to interrupt but we need to get out
of here,” Chase and Marcus slowly disentangled themselves from each other,
“now!”
“You’re not going anywhere,” said a gruff voice from behind them.
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry its not very long, I'm still trying to get the next chapter
     right and this felt like a good place to end this chapter. If I don't
     update in the next two weeks, yell at me!
End Notes
     I really hope I'm good at this. It's my first fanfiction so please be
     nice but honest :)
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