No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 47: Marc And His Good Mood

Today’s day will be overloaded; I have to fill up to support everything that will be said. I’m not in the mood for lectures or admonitions.

Must I remind you that you were the cause of all these problems, and no matter what will be said today, you must accept them because you fully deserve them? I thought you changed when you told me your story, but no, you’re a toddler, a bandit, and a very violent one, and I think you’ll stay that way.

I have constantly evolved around Lycian all my life, and he influenced me a lot until I fell for his charm. This time I think I know why I’ve been so fierce and violent. I never believed that one day I’d be able to feel something like this for someone else. I assure you, I’ve changed.

But today, I understood that I will always love him because he’s my first love and also that I screwed up how I feel about this fluffy stuffed animal who plays with my nerves. But yes, you’re right, Marc, I was immature, childish, and violent, so I have to accept my sentence.

Would you mind giving me a hug to cheer me up? I haven’t slept all night, and God knows this weekend was exhausting in emotion and action, but I think the emotions got the better of me. The twins, your selfish son, and especially that little rascal, Theo, drained all my energy.

What did Theo do again? I thought you all became friends after what happened in the woods, hm?

Yes, that’s what I thought. That’s what it is, I believe. It’s just that things are complicated for me. It turns out that I bonded with this little beast. No, no, it’s not like that. I’ll start over for you from the beginning.

It turns out that little jerk Theo is indeed my fated mate. I, who didn’t believe in these things, barked whenever I wanted to say that love is love.

If someone is ready to make compromises and put themselves in the shoes of their companion, everything is possible, and they will live even better than two people who were chosen to be together.

I’ve always felt that it’s not love that unites them but the capricious gods who play with them. It seems it’s my turn now, and I’m the perfect example of a toy in the hands of the shapers of fates.

For some reason, I was bound to this boy, and even worse, dear Marc, I drank his blood, not to mention that I unwittingly marked him while trying to protect him and his pack from those wolf attackers and killers who invaded their territory.

You already know the whole story; there is no need to give you any more explanation. My fate is sealed while he can undo the link that unites us at any time because the idiot I am has his blood flowing through me. Yeah, it happened at our last confrontation, which means last Friday.

What I...

No, no, I haven’t finished yet, Marc. You have to listen to me until the end. On that same damn day, I found out he had a lover while I was worried about how I would have to approach him and court him because I thought he didn’t like boys. And this lover in question is one of Howie’s worst bullies at school, one of those who hate him for some reason and who has targeted him like easy prey.

Now the little jerk, if he suffers, I suffer with him, even if it’s me who hurts him or hits him. Yet when he’s having sex with his lover, and when he cums I’m offsite, isn’t it funny?

Wait, wait... Marc intervenes by trying to hide his laughter. El’s sad face and melancholic voice make him laugh, but he tries not to show it because it’s the first time he sees him so serious about something, and he isn’t used to that side of him.

So, he scratched his throat tight with the giggles he was trying to hide so severely till his stomach hurt. If I understand correctly, you told me you found your fated mate. Is that right? El nodded in response.

It’s interesting, muttered Marc, who is displaying very childish behavior now. And this same partner is a boy who is already in a relationship with another boy when you didn’t know how to court him or if he liked boys. And in your stubbornness, you find yourself tied to him forever while he can get rid of the mark you put on him, huh?

Yeah, that’s precisely it, Marc. You listened to me very well, even if you’re having a great time now. My bad luck makes you laugh. At least I’m still helpful for something. Your cocky head shines like a lantern in the middle of the night.

Hey, big guy, I don’t want to rejoice in your misfortune. Besides, it’s not a good thing to do that. It risks bringing me even more severe mishaps, and I’m not ready for a more complicated situation than the one you are experiencing now. On these words, he burst out laughing, making it impossible to hold back even longer.

Bravael glared at him, rolling his eyes. You know what, my man, I want to laugh at my situation too. The problem is that I don’t feel like it. I’m in such deep shit that shit itself doesn’t know my current situation. Then he went to sit on one of the stools on the kitchen counter.

Marc followed him without saying a word. All traces of mockery and laughter disappeared from his eyes and face. Listen to me, big guy. I know you’re good at putting yourself in situations that are impossible to imagine. At the same time, I also know that you can get out of them.

Things have gone into a spin, but you can always try to reverse the situation. Let this error guide you and teach you to be more attentive, less sassy, and patient.

Concerning your companion, are you sure he has a lover? I’m asking you the question because I know you like to jump to conclusions.

Hmm, if only you knew what I had to witness. These are not fast conclusions nor the fruits of my thoughts. It is a regrettable truth, but it is the truth. Theo has a boyfriend who is indeed real. And he knows how to please him.

OK, no problem. I think I understand. But you know, young people nowadays, nobody knows what to expect from them. Maybe his lover is nothing more than a quicky or a sex friend, among many others. Do you get what I want to say? Hmm, Bravael nods. I think I get it, old man. He ends up replying to Marc.

Well, and if this person is the same person who persecutes Howie for his relationship with the twins, I thought maybe it’s time for you to get to know your mate to understand him better. Love comes with friendship. So, give it a try, my little friend.

I adore you, Marc. You are the best of the best. I did not think of becoming friends with him... It is a good idea. Thank you.

Eyes shining with excitement, he jumped off the stool. He kissed Marc’s forehead and grabbed a green apple. His sad and brooding face magically brightened to give way to a brand new and radiant Bravael, ready to get back to work.

Have a good day, Marc. I will keep you informed of the rest of the events. "Howie," he shouted with all his might as he regained his energy, "get down." It’s time we left. Why are you taking so long to finish this morning, huh?

Why do you keep complaining about your fate, huh? I don’t drive. You can do it. Dad, would you drop me off at school this morning? Howie intervenes in a neutral voice without any emotion.

OK, Bingo, so you too, now it’s your turn. The day is already bad, and now you put yourself on the back burner and walk away. I’m glad you’re letting me drive the car. He paused when he realized the latter was letting him drive his car.

We need to stay together and weld. He allows me to drive the car. He whispers to himself before resuming talking, raising his voice, "But my dear, it’s not the time to go back to your cave."

"Yes, I will be happy to drop you off," my son, Marc, answers without raising his voice. Howie walks down the stairs, taking his time, dragging his feet as if he were just a corpse without any will or life.

You know what, Marc, your son is too spoiled. One day you need to change tactics with him and try my father’s method a little. He changes his mood as he changes his sheets, underwear, and socks.

It’s annoying without considering that he spent a whole weekend moping. But what else is happening to him?

Yet he shouldn’t be in this state, but unfortunately, he is, and it’s a bit annoying.

Otherwise, Howie might change his mind and take the keys back, or even worse, leave because he’s not in the mood to listen to El ramble so much.

Hey, why don’t you leave him alone? Didn’t you have a mission to accomplish? Why don’t you take the keys and go before he changes his mind? It’s his car that he lets you drive. Maybe you haven’t noticed yet, huh? Marc told him while retrieving Howie’s backpack, which the latter dragged behind him mercilessly, not even paying attention to it.

You know what, Mark, you’re right. I was worried about the wrong guy. I should be complaining about myself instead of someone as grumpy as him. I’ll leave it to you guys. Have fun.

With these words, he left the house, jumping from one foot to another. In the mood to party, he almost forgot that he had heart problems that tormented him. Howie lets him drive the car. It looks like someone here is starting to gain prominence in a particular person’s eyes.

Having his car all to myself is one of the rare opportunities in this life, not to mention he gave it to me willingly, so I might as well enjoy it. Thanks, Marc, for reminding me of that.

The twins, after the fight, decided to drive themselves. It was sudden, but hey, who can blame them for wanting a bit of freedom and being able to rely only on themselves in unpleasant circumstances like the one that happened a few days ago?

Luckily, no one has reported the incident, not the twins nor Theo. I presume the twins were to protect Howie and keep him with them longer.

And Theo, I don’t know his motives. After what I did to him, he would have had an excellent opportunity to denounce me, but he did not. Only the teachers who witnessed the fight reported us, so we had a little meeting with the principal. Damn vipers, they didn’t even bother to end the fight, but they still had the nerve to report it.

Well, whatever... I hope Mrs. Morgan will lighten our punishment so that the parents of the twins don’t find out about all this.

Hey, now that it’s just the two of us, would you mind talking to me? Tell me, what’s wrong, huh? What’s on your mind, son? I’m all ears.

Hm... it’s the only answer that left Howie’s throat. Hey, no, hm with me, we’re discussing it to find a solution. Why are you so reluctant to talk to me when you’re the one asking for it?

Hmm... hey, hey, no, it’s not going to be possible. Is it because the twins were all called to this meeting that makes you uncomfortable, or is it because you got them in trouble when you hurt yourself?

Talk to me, or I’ll make some crazy assumptions that will bore you until you crack, and God only knows you hate it, huh?

Yeah, God only knows. Howie grumbled, sitting up in his seat with a bored sigh. Well, no, the thing is that I promised myself not to go back, but since I was embedded in his sleep the last time, I find myself more and more in his dreams, and I dream of him every day.

But that’s still not the problem. We promised to tell each other the truth and stick together, so I want you to know everything. Now it’s become even more complicated; if I think about Aike profoundly or want to see his face, I’ll find myself directly where he is. I...

Hey, hold on, I’ll cut you off; I want to understand better what you just said. I understand you can teleport to any place where Aike is if you think of him and only if your thoughts are sincere. I will resume according to my understanding of the situation, ok?

Yeah, exactly, dad. If my thoughts and desires are sincere and profound, I only have to think of him to find myself where he is. So I’m afraid of disappearing in public while he’s with his parents or things like that.

I found myself in his room and his brother’s room for the whole weekend. I feel like some kind of pervert lurking around them. I ended up at their house at night, but luckily it only happened at night, and if it continues during daylight and other things, what will I have to do?

No, you know you’re not like that very well, but son, do you have any unique feelings for Aike?

Eh? No, nothing like that. I don’t know how I feel about him and why you mentioned him, not Ayke.

Marc chuckled proudly before answering him. Of course, you are closer to Ayke, but with him, you act differently, and you pay attention to what he likes or dislikes.

You know he doesn’t sleep in your room because your nakedness makes him uncomfortable when you first take him in your room when you could have let him sleep with his brother. You tried to wear something to sleep in, not even your pajamas, but a thick pair of shorts that won’t let your manhood appear like a trophy. While you can’t bear to wear clothes to sleep in, let alone such thick shorts, you are always warm, even if it is freezing.

You tease him all the time, and you often get annoyed when he does something that involves someone other than his brother. It’s rare for anyone else to notice, but you’re my son, and I know you. Sometimes you look away when Ayke hugs him or when he talks nicely with Alfred.

Damn it, dad, have you gone crazy or something? What is the purpose of monitoring me like this? It is not healthy at all, and you should stop this. Damn, that’s scary. You’re my dad, not some pervert or my bodyguard or anything.

It’s been a long time since you passed this stage. Don’t tell me that you reported this to my father.

Hey, buddy, calm down. It’s just between you and me, and I understand you, and I also think you’re worried about your dad. You’re afraid he knows you have feelings for another boy, and that’s why you keep pushing him away every time things get a little too intense between you because you know his feelings for you.

He loves you. I think we all know that. I didn’t need to look any further to understand that, and you react well to his feelings for you, even if it scares you.

You know what, I feel compelled to give you some advice. Not by running away or repressing your feelings, everything will return to normal as before. On the contrary, things will only get worse, and this teleportation problem will expand even more.

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