Chapter 33 - Marco
When I opened my eyes the first thing I felt was the ache.
My whole body was sore. I blinked up at the ceiling of Alexei’s bedroom, still half-asleep, and then I shifted.
Something thick and heavy was still inside me.
My cheeks went hot instantly.
I looked down. The sheets were tangled around our hips.
Alexei was pressed against my back, one arm locked around my waist, his chest warm against my spine.
And lower - God -his cock was still buried inside me.
Soft now, but still thick enough that I could feel every inch of the stretch.
He had slept the entire night like that. Inside me.
I swallowed hard. My face felt like it was on fire.
I needed to get up. I needed to go to the academy. I didn’t go every day; it wasn’t a must, but I did have to show up to be able to at least keep up.
I tried to ease myself forward. The movement made his cock shift inside me. Even half-hard it was too much. I winced as the thick head dragged against oversensitive walls. I managed to pull away until only the tip remained, the emptiness almost worse than the stretch, and then -
A strong hand clamped down on my hip.
Alexei pushed back in with one thrust.
I gasped. My fingers scrambled at the sheets. He was hard again, filling me so completely that my eyes watered.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was rough with sleep, low against the back of my neck.
I whimpered. “I… I want to get dressed. I need to go—”
“Not yet.”
He rolled his hips, grinding deep. The head of his cock pressed against that sensitive spot inside me and my whole body jerked.
“Alexei….please….I’m still sore—”
“I know.” He sounded pleased about it. His hand slid from my hip to my stomach, pressing me back against him so there was nowhere to go. “I can feel how swollen you are. How tight. You took me so well last night and you’re still stretched open around me.”
I made a broken sound. He started moving properly, strokes that dragged every inch of him through me. “You’re still full of my cum and you’re already dripping around my cock again. Filthy baby.”
“I’m not—” My voice cracked when he thrust particularly hard. “I’m not filthy—”
“Yes you are.” He nipped the side of my neck, teeth scraping. “You’re my filthy little star. Waking up with my cock still inside you and trying to sneak away like I wouldn’t notice. Like I wouldn’t feel every tiny clench of this greedy hole.”
He fucked me harder. The bed creaked. My hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure and oversensitivity twisted together. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. Every thrust punched a helpless sound out of me.
“Alexei…slow down…please…it’s too much—”
“It’s not enough.” His hand slid lower and wrapped around my cock. I was already hard again, traitorous body responding even while it ached. He stroked me in time with his thrusts, thumb smearing the precum that kept leaking from the tip.
I shook my head against the pillow, but my hips were pushing back to meet him. I couldn’t stop. The stretch burned and the drag of his cock over that spot inside me made stars burst behind my eyes.
“Please,” I gasped. “Please….I need….I need to go—”
“You’ll go when I say you can go.” He shifted, rolling me fully onto my stomach and covering me with his weight.
The new angle let him sink even deeper. I cried out, face pressed into the sheets, legs spreading wider without my permission.
“Not until I’ve fucked another load into this pretty hole.
Not until you’re dripping down your thighs when you try to walk.
I want every step you take today to remind you who was inside you all night. Who is inside you right now.”
“Say it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Tell me who this hole belongs to.”
“Y-you” I sobbed. “It belongs to you.”
“Louder.”
“It belongs to you, Alexei….please—”
“That’s right.” He slammed in deep and held there. “You’re going to walk with my cum leaking out of you and every time you sit down you’re going to feel how thoroughly I used you. And you’re going to like it. Aren’t you?”
Tears were sliding freely down my face now, soaking into the pillow.
“Aren’t you?” he growled, and thrust harder.
“Yes!” The word tore out of me. “Yes….I like it…I like being yours”
“Good boy.”
He fucked me until I came hard, crying out into the sheets, my hole clenching rhythmically around his thick cock.
He buried himself to the hilt and pulsed deep inside me. Cum flooded me, adding to what was already there. I could feel it stretching me even fuller. He ground through it, pushing his release as deep as it would go, until I was messy and leaking around him.
Finally he pressed a slow kiss to the side of my neck.
He pulled out slowly. I whimpered at the sudden emptiness and the warm rush of cum that immediately started leaking down my thighs. Alexei watched it for a second then reached down and pushed two fingers back into me, scooping some of the mess and pressing it deeper again.
“There,” he said quietly. “Stay full for me a little longer, Malyshka.”
I shivered hard, cheeks burning, and somehow still nodded.
***
A few days later I went to Dimitri’s house.
Well. Rei’s house now too.
That was still strange to think about, even after weeks of knowing it. Dimitri’s mansion had become Rei’s mansion by extension.
I didn’t want to go.
I obviously wanted to see my best friend. I missed him a lot but I was so tired and I just wanted to be in bed.
Dimitri was in the kitchen, making Japanese snacks.
Like a little housewife.
That wasn’t my description - it was Ilya’s, delivered via text message approximately forty-five minutes ago, accompanied by three laughing emojis and a photograph of Dimitri wearing an apron and glaring at a pot of miso soup.
Rei and I were on the couch.
The living room was enormous. We had our textbooks open. Rei was lying on his stomach, feet kicked up behind him, pen between his teeth, highlighter in hand. I was sitting beside him, knees drawn up, notebook balanced on my thighs, trying to focus on the page in front of me.
Trying.
Failing.
At first I felt a bit dizzy.
That was okay.
Dizziness had become a companion when I stood too fast, when I walked too long, when I forgot to breathe properly.
I was used to it.
I blinked a few times, letting the world settle back into focus, and adjusted my position on the couch. The movement helped.
Okay. Fine. Just dizzy. That’s fine.
I went back to the textbook.
Then I felt my chest tighten.
That was okay too.
That was also familiar. The sensation of something inside my ribcage deciding to clench. It came and went. Sometimes it lasted a few seconds. Sometimes a few minutes. Sometimes it stayed for hours.
I breathed through it.
In. Out. In. Out.
The tightness eased.
I told myself it was okay.
I told myself the dizziness was nothing. The tightness was nothing. The slight tremor in my hands was nothing. The way my vision kept blurring at the edges was nothing. The way my heart felt like it was going to leave my chest was nothing.
All of it was manageable.
So I kept reading.
Or pretending to read.
The words on the page had stopped meaning anything several minutes ago. They were just shapes. Black marks on white paper, arranged in patterns that my brain was no longer processing.
Then I shivered.
It came from nowhere. A violent tremor that started at the base of my spine and raced upward, through my back, my shoulders, my neck, ending in a full-body shake that made my teeth click together. It wasn’t cold. The room was warm. The sun was coming through the windows. I was wearing a sweater.
It wasn’t cold.
My body was just….doing something. Something I couldn’t control.
Rei looked up from his textbook.
His highlighter paused mid-stroke. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
I tried to speak.
I needed to say yes, I’m fine, just a little cold, don’t worry about it. I needed to say I just stood up too fast earlier or I didn’t eat enough at lunch or it’s nothing, Rei, really.
I opened my mouth.
“Yeah,” I managed. “I just… need to use…”
The sentence died and Rei’s expression changed.
He sat up, his body turning toward me, his eyes scanning my face. “Marco?”
The entire room lurched sideways and I fell.
My body gave up the act of being vertical and surrendered to physics, and I slid off the couch and became boneless.
Rei caught me. His arms came around me before I hit the floor, pulling me against his chest, one hand on my back, the other on the side of my face. “Marco? Marco, are you okay?” His voice was high.
Frightened.
“Marco, talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I tried. God, I tried.
I opened my mouth but it opened and closed uselessly because I couldn’t breathe.
My lungs burned.
My vision blurred.
My eyes watered.
It felt like my heart was being crushed. Like someone had reached into my chest and closed their fist around the muscle and squeezed.
All I could do was exist in the pain. “Marco! Marco, please, talk to me, what’s wrong, what do you need—” Rei’s voice was distant.
Fading.
Like he was speaking from the end of a long tunnel, the words reaching me through layers of water and static and the growing roar of a body that was shutting down.
I heard other sounds.
Dimitri’s voice. “What happened?”
“I don’t know…he just…he fell, he’s not breathing right, Dimitri, he’s not…call an ambulance.”
I heard Dimitri’s footsteps moving closer, felt a large hand press against my forehead, then my cheek, then the side of my neck where my pulse lived.
Everything was fading.
“Al-exei.”
I uttered his name. Broken in half. Split down the middle. Delivered in two pieces.
Then I lost consciousness.
I always believed in the light.
I always believed there was something behind the dark, something bright,
something that would poke through eventually if you looked hard enough.
But as the dark took me,
I didn’t see any light.
I just saw him.
Green eyes.