trigger warning— drugs, mature scenes.
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— TWINS BIRTHDAY—
PART FOUR
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t h i r d — p e r s o n — p o v
Leo was stunned as Marco's lips latched to his, he didn't know what to do. The only person he'd ever kissed was Emilio and even then, that wasn't full on making out. Plus, the twice that he'd kissed his best friend, they'd always gave each other consent before hand.
Marco didn't ask.
The older boy grabbed the back of Leo's neck, deepening the kiss. The action causing Leo to jump back in a state of panic. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea.
"Marco what the hell!?" He said, bringing a shaky hand to his — now, swollen lips.
"What?" Marco shrugged, "I'm trying to help you Little L."
"I don't know if this is going to help." Leo admitted, turning his gaze to the grass. He felt embarrassed, which was rare feeling for him.
"You don't know if it's going to help, or you don't know because you're scared?"
"... Both."
Marco smiled softly, taking Leo's hand in his, he pulled the younger boy from the swing set. "Have you ever kissed anyone?"
Leo nodded, "Yeah, not full on though."
"Do you want to try again? I don't care that you're not experienced Leo. I just want to help you."
"I don't know." He mumbled softly. Did he want to try again? He wasn't sure. Marco was his friend, they'd grown quite close, but Marco was a lot older than Leo and had much more experience than he did.
"That's okay, think about it." Marco smiled, lacing his fingers through Leo's. "Let's go somewhere."
Leo didn't protest as Marco dragged him by the hand towards the exit of the park. To caught up in his thoughts to form a response.
They continued walking for ten minutes before coming to a stop in front of a two story house.
"Who's house is this?" The younger asked as he gazed at the house.
It was nice, homely even, Leo thought. The house was white, surrounded by small vines of ivy. The front garden was no where near as large as Leo's, but that didn't take away its beauty. It was well-kept, filled with many different flowers and small trees. Leo was sure his mom would've appreciated it.
"Mine."
"Oh okay... why are we here?"
"I thought we could sit in my room instead of the park," Marco shrugged, "It's cold."
"... Okay." He frowned lightly.
Marco laughed, "Calm down L, I'm not gonna do anything you don't want to do. Trust me."
"I trust like three people Marco. Asking me to trust you, won't make me trust you. It has to be earned."
"I get it," Marco held up his hands in mock surrender. "Just come in Leo, we can watch a movie and have a smoke."
Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, Leo sighed, "Okay."
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Marco's room was different to how Leo had imagined it. The room was larger than he'd expected given the view from the outside. A large king size bed was located in the centre, the duvet covered in black silk sheets. Each wall was painted matte black, similar to Leo's own room. Though the main difference to Leo was that, Marcos walls were covered in posters of bands, whilst Leo's was covered in his art work.
"Nice room." Leo complimented. Turning his azure gaze to the posters, "You like the 1975?"
Marco smiled, "What kind of question is that?" He laughed lightly, "Everyone should like the 1975."
Leo nodded, "Agreed."
Marco took a seat on his bed, leaning his back against the large velvet headboard, whilst Leo stood awkwardly in the doorway. He wasn't so sure if it was a good idea to be alone with Marco right now, not after the kiss.
"Come sit Little Lombardi, I won't bite." He smirked, gazing at Leo with his mischievous green eyes. "Unless you want me too."
Leo gulped nervously, his hands clenching into fists as he made his way towards Marco. Leo sat beside Marco, leaving a fair amount of room between. He watched intently as the older boy had began rolling a joint. Leo had never rolled one before, anytime he smoked, Marco had always pre-rolled them before they'd meet in the park.
Marco placed the unlit joint between his lips. Using his phone, he connected to the speaker on the far left of his bedroom. Soon enough, Give Yourself a Try by The 1975, filled the silence.
"I love this song," Marco commented. Grabbing a lighter from the black side table, he lit the tip of the drug stick, inhaling largely.
Leo hummed, nodding his head to the music. "Me too."
"Are you okay? Y'know, after everything that happened today?" Marco asked softly.
Leo sighed, "I'm not sure." He shook his head, "They never defend me Marc. No matter what's being said, whether the facts are true of false... they never stick up for me." Leo whispered, "Why can't they defend me, the way the defend each other?"
Marco frowned, turning to Leo with a look of sympathy. "I'm sorry Leo." He told him honestly. "If I were there, I'd have defended you. I'll always defend you, you're my friend."
Leo smiled softly at Marco, not offering a response. Though his blue eyes showed the older boy just how much he appreciated his words.
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TRIGGER WARNING.
Mature scenes, drugs, manipulation, pressured sexual assault.
The boys continued smoking and listening to music for the next hour. Leo could feel his mind becoming hazed, the effects of the drug overtaking him. Marco turned to Leo, green eyes meeting blue. He began shuffling his body towards the boy, whom was nearly four years his junior.
Marco was a mere few centimetres from Leo's face, the younger boy too high to notice the change in tension. Marco was much more tolerant to the drug they'd consumed, than Leo was. He'd been smoking it for years now, unlike Leo.
Marco brought his hand to Leo's cheek, gently caressing the skin beneath his finger tips. "How do you feel Le?" He asked softly.
"Tired," Leo hummed, leaning into Marco's touch. It was true, Leo was tired, mentally and physically so.
Right now, he was thankful for Marco. He appreciated his friend being there for him, listening to his problems, whilst offering his own thoughts on the situation. Marco had done exactly what Leo wished his brothers would do, he listened to him and provided him with some form of comfort, whilst even going as far to say that he'd defend Leo.
Though Leo didn't say it, Marco's words meant a lot to him.
"Can I try something?" Marco whispered, bringing his face much closer to the younger.
"What?" Leo mumbled, his eyebrows creasing slightly as he stared at the older boy.
"Can I kiss you again?"
"Why?" Leo didn't understand why Marco would want to kiss him again.
"I want to help you, I think... I think I can make you feel something." He admitted, his lips gently grazing Leo's with each word he spoke.
Leo nodded, to dazed to form any words. If Marco thought this would help him, then the least Leo could do was try.
That was all it took for Marco to pull Leo's face to his own, bringing their soft lips together once again.
The kiss was gentle, innocent and sweet, Leo thought, as Marco moved his lips softly against his own. As nice as it was, Leo still didn't feel anything. He didn't feel that same spark that he'd felt in the kiss he'd shared with Emilio a few months ago.
Leo pulled back as Marcos tongue swiped across his bottom lip. "I still don't feel anything Marco."
Marco smirked lightly, "I can fix that."
Marco didn't give Leo a chance to respond as he crashed his lips against the younger. This kiss was nothing like the previous two they'd shared — it was harsh, filled with need and want. Marco forced his tongue into Leo's mouth, gripping the back of his head in a vice grip, giving the boy no chance to recoil.
Leo was beginning to feel suffocated, he didn't like this, he didn't want this. Marco pushed his body to Leo's, forcing the younger to lay flat on his back as he hovered above him, continuing his assault on Leo's mouth.
Leo harshly shoved Marco's shoulders, turning his head to the side in attempt to remove Marco's mouth.
"Marco stop!" Leo panted. His ocean blue eyes filled with fear.
"What's wrong?" Marco asked breathlessly. His body remaining on top of Leo's.
"I don't want to do this, I... it's too much." Leo stuttered.
"Don't you want to get better Le? For Lily, for your brothers? Don't you want them to be proud of you for getting better?" Marco said softly, "I'm doing this to help you and you keep pushing me away."
"But... I don't understand how this will help."
"You need to give me some time Le. You keep pushing me away before I can do anything. If you want me to help you feel something, then you can't keep telling me to stop." Marco told him, staring at the boy with sympathetic green eyes. "I just want to help you, why won't you let me?" He whispered softly.
Leo felt a tinge of guilt at Marco's words, he didn't want to disappoint his friend. He wanted to get better, he wanted his family to be proud of him.
He didn't have much time to think as Marco continued.
"You keep saying that no one defends you or that no one can help you. Yet, here I am trying to do just that. If you want to get better for your family, you need to do this Le. I know I can make you feel. Just... try to trust me? I know you said I need to earn it, but I think I've been a good friend so far, haven't I?"
"You have," Leo agreed, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, I forgive you." Marco smiled sweetly, staring at the boy with a softened gaze. "Will you let me help you?"
Leo nodded slowly, his mind still not fully his own. "Okay."
Marco grinned as he pulled Leo into a heated kiss, his tongue exploring every part of the younger boys mouth, filling Marco with a sense of want.
Leo was scared, terrified even. He didn't like this, but he had to do this... didn't he? Marco said it would help, that Leo would be able to feel something again, that his brothers would be there for him, that they'd be proud of him. Deep down, Leo longed for that, he wanted nothing more than his brothers love and approval. Something he hadn't felt for a long time.
Marco's hands trailed every inch of Leo's body, his bare fingers sliding under the hem of Leo's sweatshirt, caressing the skin beneath. In one swift move, Marco pulled Leo's shirt over his head, pulling back for a moment to remove his own.
"What a-are you doing?" Leo hesitantly asked, wrapping his arms around his now bare skin.
Marco pulled Leo's hands back, gently gripping his wrists as he moved them above the younger boys head. "You have to let me do this Leo, you don't want to disappoint your brothers. Please, stop questioning me. Trust me."
"But... I, Marc... I don't want to do this." Leo whispered, feeling the burning sensation of tears well I'm his eyes.
"Don't you want to make them proud Le? To finally stop being a disappointment? To stop being a burden?" Marco told him, using Leo's own fears against him. The same fears Leo had spoken of when confided in Marco.
"I do... of course I do." Leo whimpered softly, "but, I don't think I want to do it this way."
"This is the only way Le. I promise, this will make you better."
"I—"
"Leo, just shut up and let me fucking help you!" Marco all but screamed, the sheer tone of his voice causing Leo to flinch. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just worried Leo, I'm so worried."
Leo didn't speak or recoil as Marco reconnected their lips. Nor did he object as Marco's hands tugged on his belt, pulling his remaining clothes from his body.
Instead, he lay still as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. Marco's words replayed over and over in his mind, causing him to endure the pain the older boy was inflicting on him.
All Leo could do was pray. Pray that this would help him, that this would make him better, that this would make him feel.
To feel,
Feel something, other than nothing.
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End of chapter seventy eight.
I'm sorry, I hated writing this...
My poor sweet Leo ❤️
Thanks for reading! ✨