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Jean did not feel his legs, they seemed to be, he even bent down to make sure, but he did not feel them. So he had to order his legs to move. Left forward, right forward, left again...
He walked, did not remember where, but he walked, and his legs slowly carried him there and he would have gone further, but then someone hit him on the head.
"Hey, do you want problems?" he hissed loudly.
"It's just a door," answered an emotionless voice "come in," the owner of the voice released the passage and Jean trudged forward. Left leg, right leg, left leg… He doesn't remember what happened next.
He woke up with a wild headache, but still tried to get up and understand where he was. As soon as his legs began to obey, he straightened up and realized that he was in the hallway, at home. Looks like he passed out as soon as he crossed the threshold. Jean trudged to the kitchen, Mikasa sat at the table and drank tea. She didn't say anything, so he just took the glass and filled it with water.
"Aren't you wondering where I've been?" Jean asked in a hoarse voice.
"No, but if you insist, I think you were in your favorite bar."
"But you opened the door, waited?"
"You hit your head hard against the door and could wake up Eren," Mikasa answered and finished her tea. After that, she got up and rinsed the cup and left. Likely to play with Eren, their two year old son.
Jean felt dissatisfied, but could not understand why, because after all, each time her answers were about the same. His head continued to buzz with every thought, and he once again vowed to stop drinking. Each time, the consequences became worse, if before it was just a slight hangover, now his right side began to hurt a lot and he got stuck in the toilet for a long time, where he poured out his own contents from both sides.
And now, as if by order of the commander, it stabbed in the side. At first he thought it would be a slight pain, but it got worse and worse until Jean fell to his knees and passed out.
***
Jean woke up on something soft. Waving his hands over the surface, he realized that he was lying on the bed and tried to open his eyes.
"Oh, how fortunate that you woke up," he heard a voice that echoed like a bell. Keeping your eyes open was a daunting task. Everything floated or, on the contrary, was too sharp, so Jean gave up trying. Meanwhile, the voice continued, “Mr. Kirstein, my name is Hansson Carl and I am a doctor, you have been unconscious for almost two days.”
"Two days" Jean tried to ask, but only a dry wheeze came out, but the doctor understood him.
"Yes, and you are very lucky that you are alive, after talking with your wife, I realized that you are abusing alcohol, I would strongly recommend that you stop, your right side starts to hurt after alcohol, right?"
Jean nodded.
"Your liver can't cope anymore, Mr. Kirshtein, and any subsequent drop of alcohol may be the last."
"Where is my wife?" Jean decided to change the subject.
"Mrs. Kirstein is not present in the house, she expressed a desire to stay with friends until you get better."
"And the son?"
"He's with her, don't worry."
"So I'm alone here?"
"No, your wife paid for my services, so I live right here to constantly monitor your condition. Now drink some water and try to sleep."
Jean got up and while he was drinking, the doctor left the room and for a second he thought he heard the click of a lock, but he was too sick to think about it.
The man decided to follow the advice and tried to get comfortable, but he could not fall asleep, no matter how much he tossed and turned. After an hour or two, he stopped trying to sleep and decided to concentrate on his thoughts.
"Quit drinking, right? Like it's so easy. And does he drink a lot? Well, yes, a couple of times he was knocked out on the rug in the hallway, but this does not even happen every week! He can stop if he wants!"
"Aren't you tired of lying to yourself?" suddenly breathed a voice.
"Strange" thought Jean, he did not hear the door, and the voice was different, vaguely familiar. The soldier's trained reflexes tried for years to jerk him to his feet, but the liver interfered with their plans, again causing sharp pain.
"No need to strain yourself, Jean, I'm not the enemy" said a soft baritone, "you really should stop drinking" he scolded.
"Who are you?" Jean hated being scolded like a delinquent puppy, the only one who could do it and not cause irritation was ... but never mind, it was a long time ago.
"And in my opinion it is important," the owner of the voice read the thoughts "no matter how long ago it was, you still behave like a child."
"Who are you?!" Jean's chest hurt, again he was overtaken by a sense of shame, but he could not allow this man to tell him. He jumped up and opened his eyes.
"You know who I am," the man chuckled. Really big man. The closet he was as tall as confirmed this. Jean tried to examine him. Black hair, powerful figure, round nose, square chin, soft voice, many freckles on the cheekbones… No, no, no, no. NO! It can't be him.
“Can, Jean, we haven’t seen each other for a long time,” Marco sighed, Marco having matured, and sat on the edge of his huge bed.
"How? For what? Why are you here?!" Jean couldn't get over the shock, the illusion, if it was, was all too real.
"You brought yourself almost to death, here I am, heh" Marco chuckled sadly "the ghost of common sense, you always lack it."
"Where were you before?" Jean pouted offendedly, the situation is madness, but out of the corner of his mind he was glad to see Marco.
"You ran hard from me" the man giggled again, Jean wanted to object, but Marco made a serious face and continued "Jean, what you did is your choice, but now this choice has almost driven you to the grave, but what about your family? Your wife will remain a widow, and your son an orphan, and there are no more titans!"
Jean was embarrassed, Marco looked at him with his deep brown eyes and the man did not know what to do with himself. He felt so small, insecure. The old friend at once stirred up everything that Jean tried to hide and now it seemed to him that he would drown in it. He needed something to grab on to, so he decided to do something he so regretted not being able to do since he was fifteen years old.
"Marco, I have long wanted to say ..."
"Freckle, how long will you be a nanny for a horseface? - another voice was heard, which Jean did not hope to hear again.
He looked up and saw Eren, his long hair and green eyes, it was impossible not to recognize, but something was wrong. As Eren approached Marco, Jean realized that his sworn friend's eyes burned like they haven't since they learned the truth about the cellar.
"Eren, I'm playing the role of conscience, I'll finish teaching Jean and come back."
"It's too long," he hugged Marco from behind and put his head on his shoulder, "I can't wait that long."
"You're so impatient," the big man said in a tone that Jean didn't like at all, "don't worry, as soon as we get back, I'll fully refund it."
"I don't want to wait," Eren replied and rubbed his nose on Marco's cheek, "you know that Jean will never change, there is no point in wasting time on him."
"But I should at least try, ahh" Eren bit Marco's ear.
"What the heck?!" A man with a diseased liver came out of his stupor.
“Mmm, that’s right, Jean, drinking is bad, and drinking so much is deadly bad,” Marco said partingly, but it was hard to take it seriously when Eren was licking and biting his ear.
"What are you doing, you fucking genocide maniac?!" Jean was beside himself, his so drunken brain did not have time to process information.
"I give love to my soul mate, this is what people who love each other do, although how would you know?" Eren answered and put his hands under Marco's shirt.
Jean clapped his mouth and couldn't figure out what he was more angry with: Eren's words, his actions, or Marco's not resisting.
“Eren, now is really not the time,” the freckled man tried to wave away.
"Marco, you wanted Jean to change and realize at least something, so let's show him what love should be and how lovers behave in private."
Marco thought for a moment and nodded. With that, he abruptly stood up and threw Eren onto the bed. Now the difference in their size was even clearer, Marco looming over the green-eyed man like a wall over Trost. Eren didn't wait and immediately pulled his partner in for a kiss.
The kiss was intense, not to say wild, Eren bit Marco's lips until they bled, he answered with no less zeal, their teeth colliding every now and then. Finally, Eren opened his mouth and Marco's tongue was immediately inside. Jean couldn't see in detail, but he knew from the squelching sounds that Eren was sucking his partner's tongue, and meanwhile Marco put his hands under his shirt and began stroking his back, pinching the skin every now and then.
When Eren pulled away, his lips were red and swollen, and Marco had drops of blood.
"Learn while I'm alive," the genocide maniac boasted.
"Ahem," Macro coughed.
"Oh, yes," Eren stopped short, but then a spark returned to his eyes "it seems to me that Jean needs more examples, but what do you think, Freckles?"
"Uh," Marco scratched the back of his neck, "that's a bit too much..."
"Jean only had sex twice and both were in the dark to make it easier for Mikasa to represent me."
"Shut up!" Jean closed his eyes and plugged his ears. This is a dream, this is delusion, this is an illusion, this cannot be! But as much as he didn't want to hear it, the voices were right in his head.
"Okay, but just as an example."
There were sounds of clothes being taken off and fuss. Jean did not want to look, he has a wife, he loves her, and he will not look at these ...
Marco let out a long groan. Jean opened his eyes and did not believe them. Eren was wearing only pants, and Marco was completely without anything, they changed the position so that he could see better. He saw Marco's semi-erect thick cock caressing Eren's mouth. The smaller man held the base with his hand, moving slowly up and down, and sucked on the head. With every second, Marco's cock became straighter and harder. Jean wanted to close his eyes, "it's wrong, it's wrong, taking a dick in his mouth, it's disgusting, Mikasa never..." but he couldn't turn away, he couldn't even breathe and even his body betrayed him, Jean felt his pants getting tighter.
As soon as Marco finally hardened, Eren pulled back, causing a slight groan of disappointment from his lover. Then, without saying a word, he turned his back to Marco and got on all fours. He, too, silently stood behind him and lowered his pants. It's like they've done it many times before. As soon as the last piece fell, Jean saw Eren's standing cock, which now dangled freely between his legs and the skinny ass that Marco held like some kind of treasure. And then he, Jean felt as if something had broken in his chest, he parted Eren's buttocks, for a second he flashed the supporting anus, and then Marco covered it with his head. The man in front groaned, "Ahh, damn, Marco just like that," the wet sounds were driving Jean crazy, then Freckle pulled back a little and Jean saw that Eren's hole had opened a little, but apparently it wasn't enough, because Marco stuck his finger in there, continuing to work tongue.
"Look carefully, stallion, we are trying for you, even though you are not worth it." Marco hummed in approval.
After the first finger followed by the second, and then the third, Eren began to lose control over himself and his moans became louder. Jean felt as if he was dying. "Enough, please," his cock hurt, his chest burned, tears welled up in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do but watch.
Finally Marco pulled back, "Eren we don't have any lube" he said.
"Come on, I endured and not like that."
"I know," he kissed Eren's thigh "but we don't want Jean to make mistakes in the future."
"Oh, and to hell with it."
“Jean,” Marco said seriously, turning to him, “if you want to have anal sex, in no case do not skimp on lubrication, you can hurt your partner and he won’t get any pleasure.”
"Freckle, I need you" whimpered, deprived of attention, Eren.
"I'm already here," Marco purred, straightening up and entering the twitching hole.
At first it was slow. Marco moved carefully, Eren obviously wanted more and now and then leaned back to plant deeper, but a firm hand held him. Jean still couldn't move and just stared in fascination. Then, apparently, Marco decided that it was time, he abruptly left and before Eren could squeak indignantly, he lifted him, pressing his back to his chest and turned them both to face the observer.
"So Jean will be better seen," he breathed into Eren's ear and entered again.
They didn't hold back anymore. Jean had an excellent view, he saw how the thick cock of his old love goes in and out of the anus of his eternal rival. With every thrust, he felt something inside him die. Eren's free cock was shaking up and down, precum dripping from the end.
Marco began to fuck with such intensity that Jean was even afraid that Eren would break. From cursing, Eren turned to sighs, even before that, the silent Marco began to moan loudly, and the thrusts became more irregular.
“Mar… ah, I’m already… almost.” Eren picked up the letters with difficulty.
But he didn't need any clues, he had already reached out and grabbed his lover's cock, jerking to the beat with himself.
"Ahhh! Damn! Marco!" jets of sperm spilled out of Eren's cock, hitting both his own stomach and Jean.
"Eren, Eren, damn it, I love you!" Marco shouted and finished his lover inside.
Jean saw how his cock twitched, how Eren trembled, how even at the peak Marco continued to stroke the body of his love and felt how the last remaining whole part of him poured out blood and sperm, and then died.
The doctor came to check on his patient in the morning. He locked the door for safety's sake, as he knew that Mr. Kirstein would go into withdrawal and hallucinate. However, upon entering the room, he had no choice but to state death.
An autopsy later reveals that Mr. Kirstein died of intoxication, his liver failed and his body poisoned itself.