Marcus held the stallion in his arms, his breathing slow enough so he could feel the soft warm breathes of Desi’s against hsi lips with the rise and fall of his mighty chest. For such a big man, he was so gentle, so sweet and so modest. He found the beauty in someone who had been so pure for the onset of meeting him. Someone whom had a passion for the smilicity of mechanics and automobiles, mixed up in a dark mess that had been his past.. Marcus found it ironic that Desi stood there telling him that he didn’t deserve him for not choosing him. That he knew he wanted to be with no one else than with him….Marcus felt himself stare deep into those dark chocolate eyes that swam with a sea of troubles…. His heart thumped against his chest and Marcus put a finger on his lips. Silence hung in the air and he kept his finger against Desi’s soft lips ..His soft touch in his fingers. His body against his. THe warmth of the hulking Sicilian…..Marcus felt…at peace….”Ti amo da sempre.”… He said quietly..letting his words hang in the air… had he always loved him?….He had… It took death staring him in the face and a small fragment of their lives split apart to find out that he would live a lonely existence without the man he had loved and died with…Colding him hard against his fingers and pulling him close to him that he could almost crush Desi in his grasp….”Don’t leave me ….” he quietly spoke… no…. The Calahan God-King was ready to admit that for the first time..for the first time in his life… He pleaded softly to Desi for him…not to leave him….Even as he pulled him aggressively into a wanton kiss… fearful… fearful that he would lose him if he didn’t kiss him now….
The silence mixed with that stare, Desi wasn't sure if Marcus would even want him. After all the pain, both physical and emotional, it was quite possible that the other would just want to leave things where they lied. Desi didn't say anything though, letting that finger silence him as he held onto Marcus. The Sicilian was so sure he felt his heart stop at those words and damn it they meant everything to him to the point of bringing tears to his eyes. He didn't fight the pull in close. In fact, he tightened his own arms around Marcus, not taking the risk of any looser of a hold making him disappear. "I won't leave you," he assured softly. "I don't have anywhere else I need or want to be..." He'd seen Marcus a bit out of sorts before toward the beginning of knowing him, but he'd never seen him so vulnerable or plead for anything. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised just before their lips met and he whimpered softly into it as he put his own aggression into it. The passion that backed up everything he said as well as what he felt in Marcus'. Finally... finally after so much, they had each other. They cheated death and went through healing together. Went through hurtful times where they weren't even in each other's lives, among other things, and if anything, it made them stronger. It made them the true God and stallion. "I don't want to be without you again," he muttered softly during a breath before their lips were once again connected, kissing Marcus so passionately yet possessively.
