The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

Epilogue (Part Two)

For years, he had been sought out by fashion brands, elite magazines, the high class, some of this he was sure had been relatively easy with Alexander's help, and yet... He never felt whole.

Like a black hole had appeared in his body, sucking every thing around him and aching for more, reminding him that there had been a time when he had been filled with everything most people would never have in their lifetime.

Love. True love.

Still, it wasn't time to think of that now. Instead, he opened his eyes, asking a small curious voice, "How many people have you dated?"

The other male's hand kept brushing his hair, the rise and fall of his chest like a soft song lulling Marcos to sleep. "I've not dated anyone ever since then."

"You didn't try?"

"Busy," Was his reply then added hurriedly, as if to convince himself more than Marcos, "It's hard to find a woman that isn't- Terrified of me, and not after my money so shuffling through a list for the right one isn't exactly in my schedule."

The brown eyed male stayed quiet for a while, chewing on his lower lip, a habit that had caught on when he felt concerned about something but wasn't sure he was supposed to talk about it.

He knew the male was extremely careful, stealthy, he would never let anyone enter his life without a full assessment as the only person he had ever done that too wasn't here anymore. "Have you been alone all this time?"

"Alone? No. Lonely? Perhaps," Paris answered, his low deep voice was soothing, enchanting. It rumbled like a thunderstorm rocking a boat on the sea but not in a way that was dangerous. Just... Powerful, and magnificent all the same. "Sometimes, when I get bored, I go to a club and get a girl to suck me off, or I just watch people have sex, but asides that. Nothing."

Voyeurism. He still did that.

Marcos sat up, a move that had a mildly annoyed look on Paris' face though the male ignored it, asking, "Didn't you want this? Being a Don? Did- Did Xander make you do it?"

He gave a light scoff, his hands moving to the glass of whiskey on a trolley beside him, twirling it. "Padrino mio doesn't have it in him to make someone do anything, unless he's killing them. I could have walked away before I was given the power, I didn't." Then he paused, asking, "Do you still speak to Ace?"

Change of topic, but Marcos obliged, chuckling. "He- He hasn't changed. He owns an automobile company now, about time anyway. He's one of the smartest people I know," Then he looked up at Paris, flashing the ring on his left hand to his face. "He was the friend I mentioned, that told me what the ring meant,"

Paris took a sip from his glass, an eyebrow of his raised though he didn't sound as surprised as Marcos expected. "It's pitiful you still have only one friend."

Marcos felt the happy look on his face fade to a displeased frown. "At least, I have one."

The dark haired male only gave a shrug in response. "I have people who would kill for me."

At those words, his frown deepened, causing a small smile to show on Paris' face before Marcos stuck his tongue out, the male letting out a full blown chuckle then laid back on his chest, hearing him ask, "Did you tell him about your Abuela?"

"Yeah," Marcos answered, his voice soft, far away. "But I didn't ask him to come, he wouldn't have been able to bear it. I know that we've lost things that mattered to us there, but he- He had lost his parents when he was ten and his Abuela a year after our graduation. I know he hadn't meant it, but he had been... Angry at many things at that time. Not being able to out himself to her, being alone, the fact I managed to stay cheerful even after you'd left." He gave a small chuckle now, "Even after I begged him to stay because I wasn't sure how I would live if one person I loved left me again."