Pyramids of Giza, one of the Seven Wonders of the world, built for kings.

2.3 million blocks of stone to create a 5.75 million ton Great Pyramid. 20 years and 100,000 men to create such a beauty that's stood the test of time.

It's a marvel to the world, both from their stature and from their mystery. It is said that there's not much inside of the pyramids, but perhaps that's because they weren't looking in the right places, for both Marc and Cleo walk through an old and musty hallway, mirrored with gold plating that glows from the light source up ahead.

" I can't believe it. Oh my days, we're inside. We're inside the Great Pyramid of Giza."

Steven is in complete awe of his surroundings, sounding like a child in a candy shop. Marc's head turns to face the reflection as Cleo keeps her eyes in front of her, trying to contain her elation.

A large head cast in stone with braided hair billowing down sits at the far end of the room with a bassen in the middle with a dozen steps. Multiple statues of Egyptian deities stand proudly in front of chairs, as if it's a throne dedicated to each individual god.

Hathor, Horus, Osiris, Isis, Tefnut.

Cleo begins to scratch at the inside of her elbow, feeling her skin crawl inside of the unearthly temple. As they reach the steps, Marc's eyes drop down to her arm, and then back up to the side of her head. He buries his questions for the time being to descend the staircase and more people begin to pop out of the other hallways, perhaps other Avatars. Marc keeps his guard up as a man walks to a chair, and sees a woman in a dark pink dress make eye contact as she walks over to the pair from her portal.

" Khonshu's theatrics are unparalleled. You must be his Avatars," She says as she greets them.

" Avatar," Cleo corrects, " Singular."

" You are not one of Khonshu's?" The woman asks.

" He is. I'm not," Cleo says, stating the painfully obvious.

" And who are you?" Marc asks.

" I am Yatzil. Avatar of Hathor."

" Okay."

" Goddess of music and love?" Yatzil says, attempting to get some sort of recognition from the man, and it only makes Cleo's itch even stronger.

" Cool," Marc brushes off as he looks around the room.

" Surely Khonshu mentioned her?" Yatzil asks with a tilt of her head.

But Marc shakes his.

" The gods aren't really his favorite topic," He says.

" Not even when they are old friends?" Yatzil asks, followed by an ethereal whisper, " She says it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor's melodies," she takes a step closer, and Cleo's nails dig further into her skin, attempting to relieve herself of the insatiable itch.

" Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain."

" There's nothing wrong with a little pain," Yatzil says with a grin, taking yet another step closer to him, "For we all know it can turn into pleas--"

Her sentence gets cut short as she winces in pain, and when she looks down she sees grainy sand wrapping itself around her arms as it digs and twists into her darkened skin. She lifts her head and meets Cleo's eyes, who's jaw is locked but tongue is bitten.

" Are you the Avatar of Seth?" Yatzil asks as the sand falls down to the floor.

" I am not an Avatar," Cleo sighs, " I do not belong to anyone."

And in that moment, another whisper chills the air, causing Yatzil's eyes to flicker between Cleo and Marc.

" Do you belong to him?" Yatzil asks.

Cleo and Marc's eyes meet, the answer being somewhat of a difficult thing to come up with. They have no idea what they are or what they mean to each other, everything has just been so complicated. And even though Marc knows that Steven's crush has developed into something more, he's just not sure if he's ready, but more importantly he holds himself back to prevent Cleo from getting hurt. And as for Cleo, with the amulet giving her a full and complete soul, is able to feel, for the first time in her life. Gone is the struggle to connect with or be vulnerable with someone, for now she can. For the first time, Cleo just might be able to fall in love, and Steven has been melting her heart since they met. And since she discovered Marc, she longs to know more and to be with him. Her mind is infatuated with them while her heart is enamored with them.

But the question remains unanswered, for Yatzil gets summoned to her seat by a fellow Avatar.

Marc and Cleo walk closer to the den of gods, all eyes on them both, as if they are both literally and figuratively on a lower level than the rest. Suddenly, Yatzil's eyes glow white for a moment, signalling that the god has taken over as she sits on her chair.

" In attendance, Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osirs, and Hathor, to hear the account of Khonshu."

Marc's eyes glow as his chest lifts up, catching Cleo's attention as she takes a deep breath, while the god's attention are on her.

" And who do you serve, little one?" Osiris's Avatar asks patronizingly.

" Myself," Cleo states as she crosses her arms.

" You do not serve a god?"

" SHE SERVES THE GODDESS CLEOPATRA THEA PHILOPATOR," Marc shouts on Khonshu's behalf, earning a glare from Cleo.

The god's eyes widen in disbelief as they examine the woman even more.

" Is this true?" Osiris's Avatar asks.

" It looks just like her," Isis's Avatar states.

Cleo takes yet another deep breath to soothe her nerves as she continues to scratch her arm.

" I do not serve Queen Cleopatra," She states, " I... share her soul."

" You have the amulet?" Osiris's Avatar asks.

Cleo's brow furrows from the question, but alas, she reaches into her back pocket and holds it in front of her to show it to the room.

" You couldn't possibly be worthy of that power," Hathor's Avatar sneers.

" I don't think a little sand will hurt anyone," Cleo says as she looks over, " Unless I make it hurt."

" That is not the only power the amulet possesses," Horus' Avatar states.

" Is it another annoying one?" Cleo asks.

The god's eyes all fixate on Osiris, who sighs before he greats Cleo with his eyes.

" Queen Cleopatra lived a mortal life on Earth... but in the afterlife was given the honorary statues of a Goddess. She had the choice to return to Earth and life forever... but she decided against it. She placed her Godly soul into that amulet... along with all of her granted powers," Osiris' Avatar speaks, " And only one as worthy as she would hold the powers that she never did."

Cleo's eyes falter, temporarily zoning out in order to process even more information about herself. She turns her head to Marc and glares at the God he serves.

" That would've been nice to know, Khonshu," She sighs.

" I WANTED YOU TO HEAR THE TRUTH FROM THOSE WHO BANISHED ME," Marc shouts, chest lifting up in the air before it falls back down.

" You've been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu," Osiris's Avatar states, the attention now on Marc, " And you know we despise your garishness, your showy masks and weapons. But manipulate the sky again and we will imprison you in stone."

" SPARE ME YOUR SELF RIGHTEOUS THREATS! I WAS BANISHED FOR NOT ABANDONING HUMANITY, UNLIKE THE REST OF YOU," Marc shouts, his neck straining and veins popping as he does.

" We did not abandon humanity," Horus' Avatar says calmly, " They abandoned us. We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves. Not like some of us."

" AVATAR'S ARE NOT ENOUGH! WE NEED THE MIGHT OF GODS. RETURN FROM THE OPULENCE OF THE OVERVOID BEFORE YOU LOSE THIS REALM."

" For the last time, Khonshu," Osiris' Avatar says, voice calm and docile in comparison, " The Avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe. We decided long ago we did not wish to meddle in the affairs of man."

" We will decide our best course of action," Tefnut's Avatar says, " Speak your purpose."

Cleo's head and eyes remain in front of her, never turning to the left to face Marc, for she doesn't want the God to be screaming in her face.

" I CALL FOR JUDGMENT AGAINST ARTHUR HARROW."

" The charges?" Isis' Avatar asks.

" CONSPIRACY TO RELEASE AMMIT."

" That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu," Osiris' Avatar states while Marc pants, trying to catch his breath as sweat drips from his brow for his body is being used as a conduit for a god, " Let us summon the accused."

A portal appears in the hallway in the middle of the bassen, accompanied by a rather large whoosh and a flash of light. The man with simple red clothes peers out from it, his very presence making Cleo's body itch yet again as he slowly approaches the gods.

" So, I see by the presence of Khonshu's current makeshift Avatar,  the purposes of our metting must be nefarious," Arthur quips.

" YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHY WE ARE HERE!" Marc shouts in his face.

" I must admit, I do not miss the sound of that voice," Arthur says as Cleo begins to scratch at her neck, " But speak, old master, to the point."

" DO YOU NOT SEEK TO RELEASE AMMIT FROM HER TOMB?"

" I was in the desert, but if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile," Arthur says, attempting to deflect from the question, " Khonshu has searched for Ammit's tomb since he ensnared me to his service. His vision is obscured by jealously, paranoia, and his--"

" HE IS A DECEIVER!"

" Do not trust the word of a shamed god. No, Khonshu is unhinged and his servant is unwell."

" How do you mean?" Hathor's Avatar asks.

" This is a man who literally does not know his own name," Arthur says, pain and sorrow lacing his voice," He had a marriage certificate under the name Marc Spector"

" LIAR."

" Employment records under the name Steven Grant."

" STOP."

" I've been him speak to himself--"

" SHUT UP!"

" Threaten himself. I have no ideas how many personalities he must possess. The man is clearly insane."

That word. That one word.

Insane.

It strikes a nerve. It hits Marc from deep within. So much so, that every single muscle in his body contracts, his nerves are a flame and Arthur continues to add gasoline. Marc lunges for the man, but is unable to land a punch, for Osiris' Avatar stands and uses his power to prevent him from moving, not even an inch.

" We will not tolerate violence in this chamber," The Avatar states as he sends Marc to his knees.

A swell of drool drips from Marc's lips as the pain of being forced onto the floor flows through him, lifting his head up to nod as Cleo instantly drops down next to him. She uses one hand to gently turn his head so she can see him, her eyes flicker between his as if she's able to read his mind.

" It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man," Arthur starts, as Cleo can see the pain in Marc's eyes from his words, " Khonshu is taking advantage of him the same way that he abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court," then he turns his head to Cleo, " She knows. She is well versed in the psychological field... ask her."

Cleo remains still. Her eyes remain locked on Marc, not daring to move, not even an inch.

" What is wrong with the man in front of us?" Horus' Avatar asks.

Nothing. Not a single word leaves Cleo's mouth.

" She won't tell us... she's in love," Hathor's Avatar says with a grin, before her eyes briefly glow, " I command you."

And Cleo feels the effects of the manipulation, but she fights it. Her eyes shut tightly as her jaw clenches, desperately trying to keep the words from spilling out of her mouth, the very words she's kept inside for so long.

" I command you!"

" Dissociative Identity Disorder!" Cleo exclaims, unable to prevent herself from blabbing as the truth comes out clean. She opens her eyes, looking at Marc apologetically, for this is not how she wanted it to happen. She didn't know if Marc was aware, but she knew that Steven definitely didn't. She had a sneaking suspicion, but the call with her former professor made it abundantly clear.

Steven and Marc have DID, but she has no idea which one of them came first.

" Let us speak to Marc Spector," Horus' Avatar says, almost pitifully.

The Avatar waves his hands, and Marc drops to the floor, no longer bound by invisible restraint. Cleo places one hand on his back and one hand on his chest, gently lifting him and helping him upright.

" Are you unwell?" Horus' Avatar asks.

And Marc hesitates. He looks around the room, all eyes on him, placing him in this extremely vulnerable place. Everybody in the room awaits his response, and Cleo can feel his heart pulsating from her hand on his chest. He looks up at the gods, eyes red, glossy, and full of pain as he nods his head.

" I am. I am unwell," He states with his quivering voice, then finally turns his head to lock eyes with Cleo, tears nearly falling down his cheeks, " I-I need help," his head turns yet again to address the gods, " But that doesn't change the fact that this man is..." he points his finger to accuse, but the words never leave his mouth, for his head dips to the ground once more.

Cleo's there to help him up yet again, her chest pressed against his arm. While his body may be up, his head is still down, eyes closed and unwilling to face those around him.

" This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu."

But those words only make the anger bubble up inside him.

" This is not about my feelings!" Marc exclaims, " I'm not the one on trial here. He is! This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second."

But despite his pleads...

" he has committed no offense," Osiris' Avatar says, " This matter is concluded."

One by one, the gods leave their Avatars, and the Avatars leave the temple. Cleo doesn't argue, for she knows it would do no good. Right from the start, she knew they would not listen as long as Marc's words came from Khonshu. She pays Arthur no mind, only hearing the sound of glass growing quieter as he leaves. Her attention is entirely on Marc, watching as he tightly shuts his eyes and breathes through his nose. His hands tightly ball up into fists, so tight that his knuckles soon grow white, and so Cleo leans forward to rest her cheek on his shoulder as she wraps her arms around him, just to show him that she's here, and that she's not leaving. It helps, but just the slightest, for the reality Marc has been trying for so long to forget has just been thrown in his face.

" I'm sorry," She whispers.

Marc doesn't respond, and she doesn't need one. Cleo knows he's in pain, and she wants nothing more than to help him.

And it's such a strange feeling, having gone through a life full of pain and depression, needing someone else to help her, but now feels able to be that someone else for Marc.

After moments filled to the brim with silence, Marc sniffs. He swallows his pride and stands up on his two feet, removing himself from Cleo's grasp.

" Let's go," He speaks, turning around to walk up the steps and out the way they came in.

But as they reach the hot and sunny Cairo surroundings, Marc finds it increasingly harder to keep his eyes open. His plan is to just ignore it, pretend like it doesn't exist, but he's terrible at hiding it from Cleo. She can see right through him.

" I think that's enough for today," She says, " We should head back to the hotel and rest."

" Don't need to."

" I wasn't asking."

Marc does not have the emotional bandwidth to argue, and truth be told, he wouldn't argue even if he did.

He walks with Cleo back to their hotel, who's always looking over her shoulder to check up on him. They walk into the lobby and past the auntie who's reading a magazine. Cleo lets Marc ascend the stairs first, just in case. They reach their room, where Cleo opens the door for him and closes. As she turns around, she sees that Marc has collapsed onto the bed, face first and shoved into a pillow. Cleo walks towards the balcony and closes the curtain to prevent the sun from shining down onto his face, and then walks back towards the bed to grab a pillow that she can place on the floor, but this catches his attention.

" Don't," Marc pleads, his head turned and eyes locked on hers,"... please."

And of course, Cleo listens, she plops the pillow back down on the bed and climbs onto it. She lays on her back, eyes up at the ceiling for a moment, before she decides to turn her head. Her eyes lock with his once more, their bodies so close and yet so far. Cleo rolls over onto her side, eyes never leaving his.

" You should sleep," She says ever so softly after seeing the heavy and prominent bags under his eyes.

" I will," He sighs, " Just... don't leave."

It pains Cleo that he needs to say it. It hurts that he's so scared of her ever leaving, but she understands that it's not because of her. She scoots just the slightest bit closer to him, her head almost touching his pillow.

" I'm never leaving," Cleo states, " I'll be right here... always."

Marc tries to hide his trembling jaw with a smile, but it's a tic that doesn't go unnoticed, for his eyes reveal the pain that remains unspoken. He rolls over onto his back, eyes on the ceiling as if to hide his vulnerability.

Soon enough, his eyes close, and he's able to get the well needed rest that's been prolonged for so long.

Cleo remains with him on the bed, keeping her promise to not leave. She rolls onto her back as well, attempting to stay awake by her brain's vast knowledge, but she too becomes a victim of sleep.

And of course, the movie her brain creates is not a happy one, but rather a painful one.

A painful reminder of everything she's failed at, relationships included.

The relationships that failed simply because she didn't love the other as much as they loved her.

Every 'I love you' spoken that she never really meant, and every fake smile she's had to put on.

A reminder of the pain she's caused, not because she didn't know how to love, but because she literally couldn't.

Her incomplete soul prevented her from ever being able to love, and cursing her with a life filled with depression and isolation.

And that's what the nightmare tells her is going to happen with Marc and Steven, for history is always doomed to repeat itself.

Cleo's eyes quickly flutter open, and she already feels the wetness on her cheeks. Her head turns to face Marc, who's eyes are still closed and chest is gently rising and falling in his sleep. With a deep breath, Cleo removes her body from the bed and walks towards the balcony to be greeted with the glamorous night sky sprinkled with twinkling stars. Her elbows rest against the edge of the balcony, leaning against it as she aimlessly stares out into the distance, tears rolling down her emotionless features. Her mind is both her biggest strength and her biggest weakness, for it gives Cleo her intelligence, but it's also where her depression lurks in the shadows and dark caverns.

A warm hand suddenly ghosts over the small of her back, causing her to jump from the physical contact.

" Oop! I'm sorry, did I scare you, love?"

The lovely accented voice of Steven fills her ears, and as Cleo turns around and looks into his eyes, he's who she sees. And upon seeing her tear stained eyes, his concern grows as his brows furrow.

" You alright?"

No words leave her mouth. Cleo doesn't speak, all she does is close the gap between them to wrap her arms around his body and bury her head in his chest, receiving the contact she oh so desperately needs. Steven pauses momentarily before his mind yells at him to hug her back, of course welcoming the embrace as he soothingly rubs her back. Her eyes close, the tears unwillingly spilling from her eyes and falling down onto his shirt as Steven gently rocks them from side to side. He's just happy to be with his Cleo, but saddened by her emotional distress. Steadily, Cleo lifts her head from his chest, tilting it so her eyes can meet his, and somehow her glassed eyes only add to their beauty and make them even more captivating. Her eyes normally show her strength, but now they dawn vulnerability, something very few can say they have seen. Steven remains still, but happily so with the eye contact. He lowers his head just enough so his forehead can rest on hers, ever so gently. And still, their eyes stay connected, bodies so close that their eye lashes nearly touch. They stay lost in each others eyes, finding themselves in a moment they've never been able to truly have. But this time, they won't let the moment pass them by. They're both on the same wave length.

Little by little, inch by inch, their heads get even closer, and then they get close enough where their lips are hovering over one anothers. Steven's breath is frequent for his heart is thumping faster and faster with every passing second. Cleo leans forward just the tiniest bit to at long last connect their lips.

Steven is stuck in a state of complete shock, he literally cannot wrap his mind around what's happening. His Cleo, his precious Cleo is kissing him. The woman he's been mad for is here, and he's kissing her.

She pulls back just the slightest, no more than a few inches so their foreheads can touch one more. Cleo gazes into Steven's eyes, seeing complete infatuation and yearning in them.

" I've wanted that for a while," She admits as she sucks in a deep breath.

" Me-Me too," Steven stutters, unable to find the right words.

Cleo's hands move from his back to cradle his face, his cheeks resting in the palm of her hands as her thumbs gently caress his cheekbones.

" I don't want this to end," Cleo whispers, then leans forward to gently peck his lips, " I really," she pecks one cheek," really," she pecks the other cheek, " don't want this," she pecks his side burn," to end," she pecks right below his ears, her whispers sending a shiver down his spine as her lips gradually trail down his neck.

Steven's at a loss for words yet again, feeling goosebumps form along his entire body from the unfamiliar contact of lips on his neck. He gasps once she kisses a certain spot, his hands gripping her waist tightly.

" What, um... whatcha doin down there?" Steven asks with a short lived laugh.

" I want this," Cleo purrs, her lips leaving his skin so their eyes can meet, " Don't you?"

" Well, I'm, um... I-I've never actually done... this," He stutters, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks from the embarrassing truth.

It comes to no surprise to Cleo, for even though Steven is an extremely attractive and heavenly man, she remembers when he told her that he had never held hands with someone, so never having gone further does make a fair amount of sense.

" Would you like me to stop?"

And with absolutely zero hesitation, Steven gives her his answer.

" No."

Cleo connects their lips yet again, this time gently moving her against his until he eventually mirrors her movements. His hands stay on her waist, and hers on his face as their lips meld together in a somewhat messy but ever so passionate kiss. Cleo can feel his nerves practically radiating off of him as she carefully walks him back until his legs touch the edge of the bed. He instantly sits, unfortunately leaving the kiss despite his entire body needing and craving more. Cleo plants either knee on both side of his hips, keeping herself lifting so her head is just slightly above his. She unbuttons her shirt, then drops it down from her shoulder and tosses it to the side, revealing her bare breasts to Steven's wide eyes. He doesn't know where to look. He tries to keep his eyes on hers, desperately trying to fight the urge to ogle at her half naked form. She leans forward and plants a gently kiss on his lips before she reaches down to the bottom of his shirt and removes it from his body, his nipples involuntarily hardening from the cool air. Cleo bites her lip as her eyes trail all over his torso, her arousal increasing from his ever so defined muscles, and while Steven is flattered, he's still a bit self conscious.

Cleo's eyes return to his, cupping his face in her hands and rubbing his cheeks with her thumbs. From the prolonged eye contact, Cleo can see just how blown his pupils are, showing his excitement and his nervousness. She gently kisses the tip of his nose, then his forehead, then either one of his cheeks.

" We can stop at anytime," Cleo whispers, her eyes locked on his, " We can take it as slow as you want."

And in response, Steven nods frantically. Cleo gives him a smile and another peck on his lips before she remove herself from the bed, causing Steven to frown, but not for long once he sees her unbuttoning her pants. She hooks her thumbs into both her pants and panties and slides them down her legs. Once she steps out of them and stands up straight, Steven swallows loudly, his eyes widening and pupils dilating even more from the sight of her completely naked physique.

" Y-You're beautiful," He stutters with a grin, " Like... well... like a Goddess."

And Cleo can't help but smile.

" Thank you, Steven," She says as she bends over, hands hovering over his pants, " May I?"

And once more, Steven nods frantically.

" Yeah, y-you may," He breathes.

As soon as the pants come off, Cleo finds it harder to keep her composure. His cock stands so painfully hard in front of her, the tip burning red and already leaking with precum. She kneels in front of him, and can sense his nerves yet again. She gently pushes his head down so she can reach his lips, giving him a long, slow, and passionate kiss to reassure him.

Cleo's lips leave his and her head tilts down in between his legs, and Steven finds himself extremely aware of his hands and doesn't know what to do with them. It seems to take him out of the moment as he tries different placements, but the moment Cleo kisses his tip he's brought straight back into it. He gasps, eyes completely fixated on her as she kisses all around his length, warming him up and getting him used to the sensation, but when she places the tip inside of her warm mouth, Steven nearly loses it. His head falls back, neck straining, chest lifting up as it fills with air. Cleo remains still for a few seconds before slowly moving her head up and down his shaft. She keeps a gently pace and doesn't take too much of him all at once. She wants his moment to last longer than just a few seconds. As she pulls her head away, her tongue drags against the bottom of his shift, causing his cock to involuntarily twitch.

Cleo looks up to see Steven's dazed out expression, and smiles at him as she leans in to kiss his forehead.

" Ca-Can you lay down?" Steven asks as he tries to blink his thought process back.

" Steven, you don't have to--" She starts.

" I want to... I really want to," He begs, voice filled with desire, " Please."

And Cleo nods.

" Okay."

They swap places, Cleo lays down and Steven kneels in between her thighs, bent at the knee and feet planted on the floor. His mouth salivates as his hands land on her glistening core, and he licks his lips and he inches forward. He takes a deep breath, the cool air giving Cleo goosebumps. His eyes travel up to find hers, needed the contact to act as reassurance once more. He presses shaky kisses up both of her decadent thighs. He leans in closer to her core, his tongue poking out to lick a stride from her hole to her clit. Cleo inhales sharply, letting a moan escape from her lips at the exact same moment Steven does.

" Oh my God-- Love... y-you taste amazing," Steven beams, " So good."

His tongue returns to her core, continuing to kitten lick her to coat his tongue with her taste. He finds his confidence, feeling spurred on when Cleo's thighs gently squeeze his head. Steven's mouth attaches itself to her clit, sucking on it like a pacifier as his hands massage her thighs. Cleo's chest quickly heaves up and down as pleasure courses through her veins, eyes closing as she relishes in the feeling of oral pleasure.

Steven can't find it in himself to stop, nor does he want to. He keeps lapping up her delicacy. Moans continue to spill from his lips, the vibrations only add to Cleo's pleasure. She feels the knot building up in her stomach, but with Steven's ferocity her orgasm comes crashing down quicker than she anticipated. The muscles in her thighs tighten, her head tilts back as her eyes shut tightly, her hand gripping Steven's hair and gently pulling, the sensation making Steven moan yet again as he tastes her release on his tongue. And yet, he still doesn't stop. He greedily laps her juices, not wanting any to go to waste, and though it feels good, it's a little too much to handle directly after an orgasm.

" St-Steven," Cleo breathes, hands gently pushing him away from her core.

" Sorry, sorry," Steve apologizes as his eyes meet hers, " Was, um... was that good?"

" That was amazing," She grins, grabbing Steven by the back of his neck to pull him in for another kiss.

Cleo flips them over so she's on top of him, she straddles his hips as her hands roam across his chest. She pulls away, her eyes flickering in between his.

" Condom?" Cleo asks, " I think I have one... if you'd like."

Steven chews on his bottom lip, thinking over his response carefully as to not ruin the moment.

" Do we need it?"

" If we want it."

" Do you want it?"

" I'm fine either way.

" Alright... then uh... I-I guess we don't need it."

Cleo gently kisses the tip of his nose before reaching down to grab the base of his hardened cock. She positions the tip at her entrance, eyes locked with Steven's as she slowly and steadily sinks down onto his length. They gasp in sync, Steven's eyes roll back into his head as Cleo remains still. She sits on his cock, allowing him to once again warm up to the sensation. She lifts her hips up, slowly bouncing up and down as a symphony of moans leave his mouth, his eyes unable to open as all of the muscles in his neck strain as his head tilts back.

Cleo lets out a rather loud moan as the tip of his cock brushes up against her sensitive spot, something that sends Steven spiraling over the edge.

" Oh, oh... oh my god," Steven moans, his hands tightening around her hips.

Cleo leans forwards, her chest pressed against his as her hands cup his face again, tilting his head so she can look at him.

" It's okay," She whispers as she presses a kiss to the side of his open mouth," It's okay," she kisses his side burn, " Let go, mon chéri."

Her words give him the final push he needs, for seconds later Steven's hips are sputtering up into her core, drawing moans from her lips as his moans drown hers out, his muscles are tightening as every single one of his nerve endings are flaming with pleasure. His cum pumps out of his cock and coats the inner walls of her pussy, leaving Steven a shivering mess. And Cleo is right there to soothe him. His chest quickly rises and falls as he attempts to catch his breath. Cleo peppers kisses all along his face whispering sweet nothing as he comes down from his high. Ever so slowly, she lifts her hips and removes his cock from her core, and Steven lets out a deep sigh as his head plops back.

" I'll be right back," Cleo says, then kisses his lips.

She enters the bathroom and closes the door. She sits on the toilet to empty her bladder and clean herself up down there, and after washing her hands grabs a towel for Steven. She gets back onto the bed, dabbing Steven's damp skin with the towel as he lays dazed out, eyes closed and limbs spread. And once more, Cleo peppers kisses all over his face, drawing a smile to his lips. His eyes open, but barely, just enough so he can see her beautiful eyes. His hand reaches down to grab hers and brings it up to his lips so he can kiss it.

" That was amazing," He beams as his thumb rubs over her knuckles, soon followed by a yawn.

" Let's get some sleep, yeah?" She asks, to which he nods.

Cleo grabs a blanket to drape over the both of them, her head resting on a pillow as she invites Steven to cuddle against her chest. He snuggles into her body comfortably, his arms around her stomach and her arms around his shoulders. His eyes close and his body effortlessly drifts off to sleep. Cleo's eyes close, her head sinking into the pillow, but unable to fall asleep right away.

His eyes open, but no more is Steven in control of the body, but Marc. He scans his surroundings, seeing the lack of clothes on them both, and very quickly draws his conclusion. There's a small pit in his stomach, a small part of his that saddened by her encounter with Steven, but an even bigger part of his takes this positively. That maybe if she'll have Steven, she'll have him too. A part of him that wants to give in to his suppressed desires. Marc starts by kissing her chest, soon traveling up to kiss her collar bone, and then up to her neck where she lets out a soft moan.

" Steven?" She asks.

" Not quite," He responds, his lips ghosting over her skin now covered in goosebumps.

" What are you doing?" Cleo asks, eyes still closed.

" I'm taking what I want," Marc huskily whispers in her ears, then pulls away to meet her eyes as they flutter open, " That is if you want it, too."

" Shut up and kiss me."

And Marc is more than happy to oblige. He crashes his lips down onto hers, one hand coming up to rest on the back of her neck, holding it in place as their lips effortlessly and passionately meld together. He positions himself in between her legs, bodies still covered by the blanket and lips mingling together.

After so long of having to hide it, Marc relishes in the sweet release of desire. His lips work magic against hers as his tongue pops out to play with hers and explore her mouth. He removes his lips from and moves down to her neck where he kisses and sucks on her soft skin until she's moaning and squirming beneath him. He fondles her breasts, his thumbs rolling over her hardened nipples as he focuses on that one spot that makes her shudder.

Marc's lips go further down, gentle nipping at her collar bone before he aligns himself with her breasts, giving each of her nipples a prominent suck before he kisses down her stomach and aligns himself with his core.

The moment that Marc's tongue makes contact with her core, Cleo's eyes roll back into her head as he skillfully and seemingly effortlessly flicks her sensitive numb, sending waves of pleasure crashing down on her body over and over again, continuing to build it up to something more. He groans as he feels her wetness pool against his tongue, her hips gyrating and hands tightly gripping the sheets. Cleo's head is tilted back, eyes closed shut as she feels another orgasm on the horizon.

Marc adds a finger inside her as he begins sucking on her clit and curls it upwards to hit that one little spot, making Cleo's back arch off the bed as he drives her to an orgasm, one that leaves his face covered in her sweet slick.

Cleo pulls herself up and gets on her knees, pulling Marc into a kiss by grabbing his head, moaning against him as she tastes herself on his tongue. His hands grip her waits, moving down her skin to grab two handfuls of her ass, forcing her to be presses against his body even more. She feels his hardened cock against the bottom of her stomach, and with one hand reaches down, grabs it by the base and jerks him off.

Marc inhales sharply, pulling away from the kiss as he bites his lip. Cleo watches him with completely blown pupils, smiling as she watches his face contort in pleasure as he struggles to both give in and let go.

Her actions are cut short by Marc grabbing her wrist and forcing it away from his cock.

" I don't think so," He grunts as he spins her around, pulling her back to be pressed against his chest.

Marc kisses all along her exposed neck as he lines his cock with her entrance, and once he slides in he silences her gasp  by grabbing her chin and crashing his lips down onto hers. The vibrations from both their moans cause their lips to tingle as Marc starts thrusting at a slow pace, gradually getting faster, and faster, and faster.P

One hand on her hip, the other groping her breast as he groans into her ear. Cleo throws her head back, resting on his shoulder as she feels an orgasm building in her stomach, continuing to grow with every thrust.

His face is fast and hard, thrusting into her hole with impressive strength, and yet still holding back. He kisses her neck yet again, his grip on her tightening and he fucks her to bliss.

" Marc..." She moans, but he just takes it as a compliment, " Marc, I..." her sentence is cut short as his tip directly hits the spot inside her.

" What, baby? What do you want?" Marc asks as he kisses around her ear.

" I-I wanna see you," Cleo responds as her back arches away from his chest.

He's more than happy to give her what she wants. In a matter of seconds, Cleo is flipped onto her back, head resting on the pillows as Marc slides into her yet again, the new position drawing a moan from them both.

And since Cleo is able to see him, she can see Marc's brow furrowing in concentration. She sees his jaw lock as he grips her waist so tight in fear that she may leave. And as much as she absolutely loves Marc's rough side, right now she needs a bit more intimacy.

Cleo puts her hands over his, drawing his attention so he finally opens his eyes and locks with hers. Her hands travel up his toned arms until they reach his shoulder that she uses to pull him down to her level. His chest flushes against her breasts that bonce with every thrust, but it's still not enough. Cleo grabs Marc's focused face with her hands and peppers kisses all along his face, but even then, his eyes are still elsewhere.

" Marc..." She pleads, " Marc... look at me."

And he fights it at first, but his eyes flutter open, and with the close proximity he can see everything her eyes have to offer. All of their pleasures and all of their adoration. Her big, beautiful, captivating eyes and long lashes seem to pierce his soul and create an intimate bond that he's truly never experienced before, and it sends him tumbling over the edge.

" Oh, fuck," He gasps, feeling himself at the very edge of release.

" It's okay," Cleo whispers as she connects their lips, " It's okay, Marc. Cum for me."

His hips thrust against her core at a brutalizing pace as his body is overcome with an orgasm, his cum painting her walls as he continues to moan against her lips.

Marc pulls away breathless, his forehead resting on Cleo's chest as she takes deep breathes, her mind still a little fuzzy from the satisfaction. She gently combs through Marc's hair, such an innocent form of intimacy that sends a warm and fuzzy feeling to his chest. But, nonetheless, Marc pulls his body up, picking up Cleo in his arms as he takes her to the bathroom. He opens the toilet seat and sits her down on it, then goes to the sink and splashes some cold water on his face.

He exits the bathroom, and Cleo soon follows, seeing that he'd placed a glass of water on either bedside table, and she happily drinks the entirety of her glass. Marc climbs into bed, exhausted and in desperate need of rest, but Cleo doesn't. Instead, her mind wonders as she aimlessly watches him, growing ever so curious as to what this means for them.

She feels like a teenager all over again, unable to speak her feelings into the light, hiding behind the 'will they won't they' in her adult life.

" You coming?" Marc asks, head resting on the pillow as he senses the empty spot next to him.

With a heavy sigh, Cleo climbs into the bed next to Marc, who's nearly asleep on his back. And with the even rises and falls of his chest, Cleo wraps her arms around his, cuddling against his bicep and curling her body to his side. She rubs soothing circles with her thumbs as she deeply inhales, and then deeply inhales, for this may be the first time in her entire life that she actually has something to lose.

Or rather, someone.

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[ i regret nothing, my moon boys just have trauma, okay? ]