When Love & Hate Collide [Completed]

Chapter 99 - That First Orga*m & Other Such Firsts

We spent beautiful sunny days visiting all the tourist spots of Paris, something we hadn't done before as a couple. Also it was first time for Raul to be seeing anything outside Tipperary. He loved every second of it.

We spent the nights in each others arms after Raul would hit the bed. It was as if we were seeing each other like young kids, teenagers and couldn't wait to be alone. Norberto couldn't keep his hands to himself and wouldn't miss an opportunity, something even with Raul around. Not that Raul would mind. He was super happy to watch his parents be truly in love with each other, something he had always missed when saw Nate's parents together. 

We had still not decided what we would do eventually - return to Tipperary or restart our lives in Paris and I wanted Raul to be part of that decision, the way he always been part of my decision since we had moved to Tipperary. But all that would wait. Right now we were happy enjoying the idyllic vacation in Paris.

Norberto's wounds had almost healed. He had recovered fast and doctors were happy with his progress. We didn't need to visit the doctor regularly anymore, he had informed us happily during our last visit. I had been so relieved to hear him say so. Even though Norberto had been recovering, I had been worried about the side effects or any long term problems, but fortunately, Norberto had come out stronger. Even his left hand and leg which had started with jerky movements had smoothed out over the period with regular physiotherapy sessions. He didn't need any support while walking or for managing his personal needs. He certainly didn't need any help in the bed, something I wasn't complaining about.

So all in all, Norberto was back to being his usual self, only much more leaner, stronger and stamina that would indeed put teenagers to shame. It was almost like the insatiable need he had for me when we first got together, only this time, it was much more fun for it was no longer just fucking. We were a family, something we had never had before, something we had not felt the last time because both of us had been so fucking confused with all the heat and emotions that had been consuming us.

But we had come a long way. We had faced our past demons together, baring our souls to each other and we were finally together, with a promise to be completely honest with each other.

And so I expected Norberto would share everything with me. Well he did share his dirty dark life he had lived before me and how those demons had lead to us to wasting ten years of our lives and how broken and down he had been with every of my attacks. All that and more. 

But there was still something he hadn't said. Well, two actually.

There had been scars on his chest and back and abdomen. They had been there since we had met again in Tipperary. Now, there were more of them with that blasted night in Chris's basements. But he never told me how he got those scars in the first place. I had tried asking few times but he would always duck the question. Even when I wanted to push, he would make it difficult to carry on by turning the tables on me.

"Why are you stuck up on my scars? Do they turn you on that you can't stop talking about them? Or do they put you off?" He would ask me in the middle of fucking me.

He did have a Adonis like sculpted body before and those scars did no justice to him, standing out in an otherwise perfect body, but I wasn't bothered about them because they had any impact on our sex. They hardly impacted his capabilities or my emotions. But I knew there was something there. The way he would dodge my questions about his scars made me even more certain. I wanted to know who did that to him but he just wouldn't tell me.

I should have let it be but I knew I couldn't. Chris's words kept repeating in my head.

"The reason why Norberto is here today or even why he was half dead all those years ago is, you."