[ Marcel's been practicing taekwondo since he was a kid. Done parkour for years. He's been in the gang milieu since before he was out of school, taking over the biggest fucking gang in City when he was 16. Violence is par for the course, yeah. Injuries the only natural consequence, well, you know. Either you get injuries or you get death... Avoiding the latter as long as possible, that's life. He isn't the type to moan about this shit. World's just like that, he's survived worse than what his Pa's managed to deal out this time around, too. Usually he patches himself up or makes a doctor do something about it and it'll fucking pass, right? Everything passes.
It's nothing so fucking philosophical that's making him stand his ground, though, as JL steps closer, their toes touching, knees bumping, thighs and crotches pressing together, his cock hardening more noticeably now, a fucking flag pole between their bodies. It's because JL says, don't move, and JL's the only person who'd ever get to order him about, right, everyone else can fucking fuck off. Marcel's the one to dish out orders here, because he's Pilate when he isn't just himself and Pilate answers to no one. No one except the emperor. There's a chain of command for everybody, just because Marcel's at the top doesn't mean the top hasn't got a fucking skylight.
So he doesn't move his head away, although his instinctual reaction would be to draw back as JL holds him still with one hand and smears a wet cloth all over his aching, throbbing face, for fuck's sake. He winces a bit, more like a lip curl than anything else. A snarl. The other man's body is hard and hot against his front and he wants to drop to his knees. Or turn around, offer himself up. Instead, he lifts one hand and curls it around the base of JL's neck, holds him in turn, making sure he won't suddenly back off.
Unlike just about every other fucking sheep in this crappy world they're taking over, one little bit at a time, you can trust JL to do it right. You can trust him to lead the way and hey, Marcel never minded following the road to power and money.
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