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Rover dreams of the same dream—his first memory.

The Etheric Sea was a ruthless place for him. Cold and dark, unforgiving of its victims. He finds himself surrounded by it every night. An unknown depth below him, a bright light that would seep through to reach him—guiding his way up.

Most nights he wouldn’t be able to reach the surface. His hand far away from breaking into the air as the darkness engulfs him and he sinks into the abyss. Those nights were the coldest—a painful reminder of his lost memories.

Other nights his body made it out, facing the glorious sky painted in hues of orange and red. It’s warm. The sun would softly touch his face, a hug that would envelop him. These nights were rare, a fleeting glimpse of something far away from him. It gives him false hope in this world of chaos.

Tonight was no different from his usual nights. He was used to the ache of waking up to a restless dream—an endless loop that he wishes to break free from. Maybe this was the price he had to pay for his forgotten memories. Explanations were lost on him and he’s grown accustomed to the lack of answers and the frustration that comes with.

It couldn’t be helped. The life he had prior was lost in the sea.

Dawn breaks across the sky as Rover looks out his window. The fog of sleep fades away from him. Solaris-3 looks peaceful for a moment as the sun casts orange rays over the city of Jinzhou. It was quiet. A rare time when the city wasn’t bursting with energy. The world is gentle and beautiful when it’s not bringing calamity to everyone.

His body aches as he turns to move in his bed. Events from before left a sore feeling in his restless body. His recent confrontation with Scar left him spiraling in his thoughts. The Fractsidus stealing Jué away, the resurrection of a Threnodian, and on top of that his lost memories make it all so hard to understand what is going on here.

His doubts should’ve ended the moment Scar walked away in handcuffs. He should’ve felt relief that the Fractsidus’ plans had been stopped, but somewhere in the back of his mind it felt like a stormy cloud brewing ever so slowly.

A knock on his door breaks him out of his thoughts.

“Rover? Are you awake, it’s Yangyang,” her muffled voice breaks through the barrier.

He clears the roughness of sleep in his throat before responding. “I’m awake.”

The door softly opens, a creak fills the stillness of the morning air.

“Chixia wanted to invite you to breakfast at the Panhua restaurant. Would you like to come? It’s no worries if you’re not feeling up to it, I’m sure some rest would do well for you.” Yangyang teeters on the edge. She’s been worried ever since the illusion battle and even if Scar is locked up right now—the organization still has their eyes on him.

Rover stands up from his bed, limbs stretching into place. He doesn’t want the others to worry about him.

“I’m doing fine, Yangyang,” he reassures her. “Breakfast would be nice, let’s go.”

He rushes out the entryway, quick enough so the Outrider wouldn’t see his tired eyes and question him about the lack of sleep he’s been getting. She doesn’t need to worry more for him.

A throb hits him in his mind. Headaches were normal. Something to do with his amnesia and he has to deal with those effects. He pushes past the temporary pain. There wasn’t anything he could do for it anyways.

“Over here!”

Chixia awaits for them with a bright smile and her usual energetic self so early in the morning. There’s already 3 bowls set on the table, noodles tossed around in some spicy sauce.

Rover remembers eating this same meal on the first night he came to Jinzhou. He was surprised at Chixia’s love for spice and certainly it cannot be rivaled. Hopefully, she ordered the dish to a more suitable level for him.

“How are you feeling today, Rover?” The red-head asks as Yangyang and Rover take their seats.

“Somewhat rested.” He doesn’t remember the last time he’s had a good rest, everything has been moving too fast for him.

“Ah that’s good!” She exclaims and is chided softly by Yangyang to keep it to a minimum at the restaurant. He’s not much of a talker and his two friends understand that. Their conversations flow as they eat their food and with Rover’s mind floating in between.

“There’s been an increase of Fractsidus camps north of Jinzhou.” That certainly gets his attention to look over at them. “I wonder if it has anything to do with the imprisonment of their Overseer.”

Chixia mumbles some other words that Rover can’t quite catch—his mind has already wandered. All his roads seem to lead to Scar. The story of Qichi Village, his powers, his past. Scar knew so much about the resonator and Rover couldn’t understand a person like him. It felt like there was this gravitational pull to keep seeking out him. He had the answers for whatever Rover could ask for.

We are the ‘black lambs.’

He quickly stands from his seat, “I remembered I needed to do something.”

They both quickly bid farewell, confusion painted on their faces, but didn't ask any further where the other was going. Besides, they wouldn’t let Rover do this if they knew.

The way to Jinzhou’s prison is heavily guarded and secure. Multiple checkpoints have to be accessed and even if he has all access to anywhere in Jinzhou, he finds it hard to get through.

The guards give him a look of recognition on the way there and he reaches an elevator to go down to the ground floor. Sanhua had told him where they were holding Scar and with Rover having all access to Jinzhou’s facilities, they couldn’t stop them from meeting each other.

He faces a metal door, behind it lies Scar’s cell. Should he be doing this? He can turn back now, forget he ever decided to go through with this and continue trying to find his own answers.

But he can’t.

This deadly curiosity eats him up to know. Why has Scar taken a liking to him? It's more than just the powers he possesses—he can tell it’s on a personal level that Scar has sought out for him.

He can’t stop thinking about Scar’s story in Qichi Village. They’ve crossed paths before his memories were lost. The way he talks in circles to not reveal much, always has a knowing look in his eyes, holding himself back in battles to not hurt him—if there was a chance that Scar knew something about Rover, a slim chance, he needed to know. Anything that could point him back to his unknown powers and why he was here at all.

The door opens with his terminal access and it creates a reverberating sound as it opens. His steps echo as he enters in and the door shuts soundly behind him.

“Well this is a pleasant surprise.” Scar stands from his spot on the bed to walk towards the bars, standing in front of Rover with his eyes cast down.

“I was wondering when you’d come to visit me. I was getting lonely without you, my dear.” There it is. That stupid smirk Rover has to deal with. It goads him on like this was a little game between them.

“I’m not here to entertain you, Scar.”

He lets out a sigh, “I thought you’d humor me for a bit, darling.”

Rover fights the urge to roll his eyes. Scar leans forward, face full of that smug look. “So tell me, why have you decided to grace me with your presence? Miss me up there?”

“You wish…” he mutters out. “I’m here to talk.”

“Talk you say? Unfortunately for you dear, my words come with a price.” The Overseer crosses his arms in defiance. “Though for you, I could make it cheaper.”

Rover’s patience is running thin. It takes a great deal of strength to hold himself from forcing answers out of the man.

“So what’s it going to be? I know you’re dying to know what I have to say,” Scar smiles, a fake one that holds up no genuine feeling.

Rover takes a moment to consider his options. He lets out a deep breath, if he has to deal with the devil himself for an answer—he’ll do it. “What do you want? And it can’t be your freedom.”

Scar’s lips curl up into a real smile, glowing with pure pleasure that the other has decided to play in this little game.

“Oh no nothing too extravagant, I’m a simple man. Now give me your right hand.” Rover lifts an eyebrow, did he mean it literally or figuratively?

Scar lets out a pitiful laugh and motions for Rover to slide his hand through the bars. Hesitantly, he follows the order and lets his hand slip through the gaps.

He holds Rover’s hand gently as if it was something fragile. Palm to palm he can feel the heat emitting from the other. Scar looks like he’s enjoying this physical contact, his thumb caressing the side of his hand. Then softly another hand comes to trace his tacet mark, a faint glow that warms up his hand.

His mark glows like never before, something akin to when he uses his resonance liberation. It glows for a few seconds then slowly fades away. What was this warm feeling?

There’s a buzz that shoots straight through him and a headache forms in his head. This time it felt so strong like something was invading his head. Rover immediately pulls away his hand to reach up and hold his head in agony.

Images flash through his head, nothing he can take a good look at because it all goes away too quickly.

“Agh—! What did you— do to me?” He whips his head straight up to glare at the man behind bars. Anger seethes through him if he finds out that Scar messed with him.

“I gave you a memory,” Scar throws his hands up in feign innocence.

“A memory…? Of what?”

Was it possible to transfer memories?

“The answer to your question. You came here because you were curious about whether I knew of your past.”

Rover grips the bars so hard that the metal groans under his hands. “So why not just tell me rather than do this?”

Scar turns to let his side lean on the bars, pouting at the question. “How else are you going to believe me? I’d rather have you experience it and know.”

Rover bites the inside of his cheek, not sure if he wants to experience this foreign memory Scar gave him.

“How are you able to give me memories?”

Scar chuckles, deep in his chest that Rover has a little tick in his face. “Tacet marks tether you to this world. It’s a collection of memories within it. It was able to work since we’re linked.”

“Linked? How so?”

“You’ll find out.” This again. The way he talks in riddles wants to make Rover punch a wall. What was the reason in hiding all of this if he was going to find out later?

“Anything else you want to know? The world? Me?” The taller man looks through hooded eyes, enticing the other to continue on talking.

There was another question that’s been lingering for a while. Ever since he and Yangyang approached that strange tacet discord in the village. The child’s voice saying and searching for her “brother.” The story of the black lamb being mercilessly killed by their fellow lambs. The deception of the shepherd. Just who exactly is Scar?

“What’s your connection to Qichi Village?”

He sees Scar’s face falter for a moment and then harden to not reveal anymore emotions. The man’s silence was far too quiet and that means that place must’ve meant something to him.

“You said you’d tell me everything,” he grits out.

“Only if you choose me,” he faces forward again. Their faces are much closer with only the metal as their barrier.

Choose me, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.

“Do you choose me, my sweet Rover?” Scar’s gloved hand reaches up to flutter over his jaw. He’s not touching him, but he’s awfully close to. The phantom touch stills Rover in his place.

What did Scar have to do with that village? With him? He knows there was a significance to the place where they first met. Where it all started.

He couldn’t give an answer—not right now when his mind and heart both want different things and he can’t trust his words right now.

“I don’t know…” Rover looks down at his feet and for once he doesn’t have an answer.

Silently, he slips his hands away and walks towards the door.

“I’ll meet you again soon, wait for me.” Scar calls out. It’s almost genuine.

Rover doesn’t turn back. He keeps going until he’s on the other side of the door and finally he can breathe.

What memory did Scar give him?

—

There’s a burning heat crawling its way out. A white hot pleasure that is unexplainable. It swallows him whole as if he was lit on flames.

Rover’s vision blurs when he opens his eyes. There were already tears settled there, the wetness dripping down his cheeks. The air felt heavy on top of him like a weight on his chest.

The heat hits him again and his head thrashes backwards into the pillow.

“Ah…!” His voice fills the air, a pitch he is not used to hearing.

What was happening? Where am I?

He tries to move, but it feels as if he’s not in control of his body currently—like he was a spectator to an event already played out. His eyes scan the surroundings around him. An unfamiliar place, but something tells him it isn’t such a strange place.

His head lifts forward and a sight beholds him.

White hair with streaks of red nestled in the space between his thighs. It’s—

His breath hitches when he sees a familiar mark on the person’s right eye. A smirk that is ever so chilling looks up at him.

“Are you with me, darling? I lost you there for a bit.” Scar’s words echo through his ears, a deep-seated tone that sends shivers through his spine. It’s dripping with lust, luring him further into this sensation.

Rover wants to ask what the man is doing, but is met with shock taking over him. He watches Scar’s mouth descend between his legs, the tip of his cock disappearing into that heat.

“Ngh!” Hands fly to the mess of white hair, gripping on it as Scar begins to move up and down. He feels a tongue swirl over him and it makes him go insane. Scar’s hands are on his hips, gently holding him down when he comes to thrust shallowly. What was this pleasure he was feeling? It was so intense that it blurs his sense of reality.

A dream? No, this wasn’t a dream. It feels like a memory…

“Hah— Scar…” Rover moans out from the building pressure in his chest.

This was his memory or rather their memory.

The man lifts his head up and Rover whines from the loss of warmth. His cock is dripping wet, pulsing as it begs for release. He wants to feel it again, how Scar’s tongue licked down his length and swallowed him.

“Does it feel good?” Scar slides his hands down from his hips to his legs. His touch sends shivers, so soft yet burning. Scar straightens his back, settling on his knees.

Rover hates to admit that he misses how good it felt to be close to releasing. If only the other could just finish what he started.

His vision trails down to Scar’s cock laid out, a harsh red at the tip as it spurts out pre-cum. It was thick and long, he could feel the weight of it on his thigh. He burns for the feeling of it—his curiosity begging to know what it would feel inside of him.

“You have to tell me, dear…” Scar’s fingers come up to his dick tracing downwards. A touch so faint; Rover shivers at the motion of it. His fingers slowly go towards his hole, puckering slightly from the stimulation. He circles around it and then a finger pushes past the barrier, earning a small gasp from above.

“Tell me if it feels good or not.” His finger thrusts in and out that has Rover twitching.

He chases that feeling, bucking towards the moving finger. He craves more and only Scar could give him that ending.

“‘S good! Ah, Scar— please,” Rover cries out when a second finger breaches in. His walls clenches over those fingers, the ache inside wishing for more to fill him up.

He has never felt this way. Never wanted something so bad it could destroy him.

“Use your words, sweet thing,” Scar bends over, lips mouthing the side of his neck. His kisses burn him, sending heat straight to his body. He imagines he’s marked up already, bites and kisses all over. The thought of it sends him into a craze. “What do you want?”

“P-please inside.” Rover begs, hips circling around those fingers for more of that pressure. “Inside me— fuck me, Scar.”

He hears a sharp groan that rumbles throughout him. He’d never imagined those filthy words would come out of his mouth. It’s foreign to his lips, but how his lips curve around Scar’s name seems so natural.

Scar lifts his head from the crook of Rover’s neck. Red and black eyes meet his, glowing with a certain desire.

“I’ll fuck you my love. I’ll fuck you hard,” he whispers those words between their lips. It lingers there for a bit and Rover just can’t help himself.

Scar knew how to play him, knew where to touch his body as if they’ve done this before. Rover doesn’t question it—he doesn’t want any other answer but that sweet release.

Lips crash together, all fury and fast that keeps him grounded to this body. He loses himself to that pleasure. The weight of Scar’s body on top of him makes it so real.

There is only one thing in his mind as it repeats over and over. Scar, Scar, Scar—

Scar.

Rover shoots straight up in bed. Sweat drips down his forehead and the cold Jinzhou air burns his throat. His breathing is uncontrollable and frantic.

He can feel his heartbeat drumming against his chest as he regains his senses. He calms himself down to a steady rate. There was no doubt he had a memory about Scar—a filthy one at it.

You were curious about whether I knew of your past.

This was the past Scar was referring to? A past of dirty and unimaginable things? Rover senses a headache coming through from how much he’s thinking about it.

How could he be tangled up with an enemy of all people? Were they even enemies in the past?

Rover’s body aches as he shifts to move from his uncomfortable position he sat up in. He can’t deny the raging problem he has in his pants and forces his mind to forget about everything tonight.

He should’ve known; it’s never easy to forget.

Fuck.

Of all times he can’t forget things now.

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“This is unprecedented.”

Rover rubs the temples of his forehead—just how many headaches can he get in a span of a week.

Sanhua had made an emergency request for him to meet in the Magistrate’s office. It was dead in the night when he quickly went to meet with the guard.

The second he stepped in he saw the foreboding face on Sanhua and that told him this wasn’t going to be any good.

And it wasn’t.

“Very,” she responds. Her eye bags were deep from late nights upholding the duties of the Magistrate and running Jinzhou. “We didn’t rule out the possibility that the second Overseer would come to help him out.”

It was an oversight on their part. The Fractsidus had already gotten what they wanted—Jinzhou’s sentinel—so having one of their Overseer’s locked up wouldn’t mean much to them. Except it did.

Now with Scar out and the looming resurrection of a Threnodian too close on the horizon all makes this a very hard game to play.

“Do we go searching for them?” Rover could track Scar down, unless the man decided to play it safe and keep his distance, but that felt unlikely considering the other’s stalker habits.

“No, we wouldn’t want to cause a fight between their Overseers early on. Without Madame Magistrate and our general, it would be too harsh of a battle to try to lock them up again.” This isn’t any good. Jinhsi is out looking for Jué and General Jiyan is fighting the withering front in the Norfall Barrens. Without them, Jinzhou’s power is already spread thin as it is.

The possibility of two Fractsidus Overseers roaming near the city was a risk too big for them.

“I’ll look for them.”

“No,” Sanhua sternly refuses. “If they capture you, we don’t know what they will do.”

“Sitting here and doing nothing for a vulnerable city is worse.” Rover crosses arms. He hates doing nothing when there could be something to do.

“I will tell Madame Magistrate and General Jiyan of our current situation. I’ll contact the capital to see if they can send over reinforcements for the time being.” Sanhua looks him straight in the eye, her tacet mark shimmers from the lights above.

“You, however, will stay put. Their goal is you and meeting with them will only further their efforts.” He doesn’t say anything more—Sanhua was right, he needed to put distance between him and the Fractsidus.

Sanhua dismisses him and Rover leaves the Grand Library. The cool morning air hits him in the face as he wanders around on the streets.

What was he supposed to do now?

Rover goes back to training outside of Jinzhou’s walls, near the Gorges with the city still in his sights. He needed to get stronger—the reason why he had a chance of winning against Scar’s aberrant form was because the Overseer held himself back. Scar was so powerful in that form that it could almost rival the resonators who held sentinel power.

“Tch!” He strikes down a group of small tacet discords. For hours he’s been taking down these monsters without break. Though he can feel the fatigue in his muscles, he can’t stop here, not when he needs to be better.

He walks around aimlessly in search of more tacet discords. He honestly hasn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. His mind is all too much of a mess to understand what’s going on.

And maybe it was a result of what happened last night. It haunts him everytime he thinks about it. How Scar held him in that memory, the warmth of their bodies tangling—

“Shit…!” A newly-formed tacet discord manages to nick him in the arm but he recovers quickly and takes the monster down.

Rover looks around, the landforms have changed and he realizes that Jinzhou wasn’t in his periphery anymore. Where was he? The ground is lost of color and only then he notices that he’s stumbled upon a field.

He hears a deep growl emitting from behind him and he’s face to face with a tacet discord that looms over him. A shadow casts over his body, covering him in complete darkness.

Fuck. His body wasn’t moving, shrouded in fear and stillness.

This was an Overlord class. It bares its fangs at Rover before lifting one of its limbs to crash down on him. He barely manages to jump out of its way, falling onto his back.

The hours of fighting took a toll on him, his limbs were heavy to move around to be able to fight this being.

The Overlord tries to attack again and he quickly materializes his sword in his hand to block it. The burst of force makes him move backwards. A burst of pain shoots through him when he staggers to stand up straight.

This isn’t going to go well.

Black clouds form around the monster and then it shrieks. The outburst hurts his head, dropping his sword to cover his ears.

This was bad, he needs to get away quickly.

Rover lets go of his head, wincing at the loud sound and tries to pick up his sword. The monster comes at him with full speed and power. Except he can’t move his legs. Its screams must’ve paralyzed him from below, a special power only for Overlord classes.

He can only watch in horror as this creature rushes to him.

Then he sees a black and red card land in the space between its eyes. The card flashes with a symbol on the face of it and he knows immediately who it belongs to. It turns white then an explosion comes after it.

The sound breaks him out of his trance and he runs off to the nearest rock to hide behind.

“I hope I wasn’t too late.” Scar strides toward him, shuffling his deck of cards.

Rover pushes down the anger building up in his throat. Now wasn’t the time to be fighting against a Fractsidus Overseer when a roaming Overlord is behind them.

“I hope you can handle this.”

“Of course I can, don’t think so lowly of— w-wait, Rover!”

Scar’s shouts fade in the distance when he’s running back to the tacet discord. He’s recovered enough strength to hold his sword and strike the discord. Unfortunately the skin is too tough that it clangs with the metal.

Another card lands in its body and produces an explosion enough to knock it off its feet.

“You can’t just run into danger like that! You’re already losing strength from fighting too much.” Scar runs to him frantically and it almost looks like he’s concerned.

“You’ve been following me?”

“That’s what you’re worried about? If it weren’t for me following you, you would’ve died.”

“I didn’t need your help.”

“Oh really now? I last recall you—”

The monster screams louder this time that the ground begins to shake. They both stop to look at the tacet discord growing to an incomprehensible size and its power was overflowing. The dark energy clouds over them, a thick wave hits Rover and he struggles to breathe.

“Shit…” Rover mutters, hand clutching the hilt of his sword.

The creature’s moves have become so quick that he can’t trace its path. It disappears once and then appears before them, its limb outstretched high in the air as it crashes down with its claws.

Scar takes hold of his body, holding him as they tumble out of the way swiftly. They go down to the floor with pained grunts. Rover looks at the spot they were at, it’s completely destroyed with the ground erupted around it. They would’ve died on impact if they stayed longer there.

“This is not how I imagined you in my arms.” Rover glares at the person above him—fucking insufferable as always.

He pushes him off and stands up. “Distract it, I think I know a way to kill it.”

Scar follows him up and opens his mouth to protest against it but the monster is right behind him. It strikes once again, but Scar’s fast reflexes block it with his sword.

Rover steps to the side, away from its peripheral and runs off to the backside. From here he could stab his sword in between the backplates of the enemy’s armored skin, it should be a fatal kill… hopefully.

Scar struggles to keep up with the attacks, trying to keep all its attention on him. He uses a mixture of his cards to summon explosions while also dealing hits, yet it doesn’t seem to budge or lose power.

“Any day now, Rover!” Scar shouts in between the clashing sounds of his weapon to the tacet discord’s claws.

“Stop making it move around so much!”

Rover waits for the perfect time when its back is facing him. He just needs it to stay still for a second where he can see a gap—

Scar manages to cut one of its legs off, making it stumble forward.

Now.

He speeds up towards the monster, his sword trailing behind to build up momentum and then he lunges in the air. Power rushes through him, energy surging from his tacet mark to further push his sword into the space of its back. Its screams fill the air, a hollow and terrifying sound that reverberates throughout his body.

Then finally it stops.

The body goes limp, falling to the ground with a solid thud. Rover claims his sword, pulling it out with a slick sound. It disintegrates shortly after with its echo as a reminder of it.

Scar is on the ground, his weapon somewhere flung away from him. He’s breathing hard, probably since he faced death head on.

“Wow,” he says out of breath and Rover regards him with a look. “That is not what I expected from my first day as a free man.”

Rover’s eyes narrow in on Scar’s body, is that—?

“Scar.”

“I suppose you should thank me now, dear. I did just save your life—”

“Scar!” Rover is on his knees in front of Scar. “You’re bleeding.”

“Huh?” The man follows Rover’s eyes on his torso and there lies a huge gash in his side.

“Oh,” he places a hand over the wound. Blood seeps through his clothes and trickles down his hand. “Must’ve got me in our fight— shit, that hurts.”

“We need to get help.” Rover’s terminal got damaged with one of his earlier fights with the tacet discords so he can’t possibly get aid. Not that he’ll want to alert anyone that he’s here with the same man who broke out of prison.

“Ah don’t worry about me, sweetheart, I’ll be good in a couple minutes. It’s just a little nick—”

“Don’t be ridiculous you idiot! Do you really have a death wish?” That shuts the other up. If only shutting him up was as easy as that.

He remembers seeing an abandoned Exile camp; there must be some supplies in there.

“Can you stand?” Scar nods and Rover wraps an arm around him to support him.

The way to the Exile camp is hazy in Rover’s mind, but they manage to make it to a secure looking shelter that he lays Scar in. He then goes off to search for some medical supplies in the old crates left behind. He comes back with a half roll of bandages and a rag he wet it with some leftover water canteens he found.

Scar is not looking too good when he’s back. His breathing is ragged and his eyes hazy darting between the ground and the walls of the tent.

“Hey there, sweet thing, sorry this date isn’t turning out well.” Rover fights the urge to roll his eyes and sits down next to him. He’s not too worried now that the other can still talk like this.

“Shut up, you're bleeding to death.”

“Ah I wouldn’t say to death but rather—”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Woah, aren’t we moving a bit too fast?” Scar lets out a small chuckle before it dies down with a wince.

“Scar.” Rover responds with a displeased expression.

“Fine, fine,” he settles down and tries to move to get his outer layers off.

Rover helps along the way, unclasping the ungodly amount of buckles he has on his outfit. Scar is only left in his pants, still clamping his hand down on the wound to stop the bleeding.

“Can you lift your arm?” He asks cautiously and Scar does it without any hesitation.

Rover begins to wrap the wound in bandages. Scar lets out occasional grunts from the pressure on, but he voices no complaints. He finishes off the roll and tightly secures the bandages.

“Is it okay?” Scar puts his arm down and holds his sides.

“I told you, I’ll be okay— stuff like this happens all the time in this line of work.” Scar gives him a smile, but it does nothing to ease the cloud of doubt over him.

He takes the wet rag beside him and starts to clean the blood splattered over their bodies. First his hands, then Scar’s hands, and lastly his torso—he can’t help but to let his eyes wander.

Rover takes note of Scar’s body. Past injuries were evident on him, some big ones like the one on his chest and some small ones on his arms and hands. Scar was right—it wasn’t unusual for him to get hurt.

It still doesn’t sit right with him at all. All the wounds he’s gotten, how much pain did he have to go through?

“Like what you see?” Rover breaks out of his trance. Somehow his hand gravitated to the huge scar on his chest and traced the edges ever so slightly. He pulls his hand away quickly, turning his head to the side so his red cheeks wouldn’t be visible.

“I see your ego is still up and running.” He notes with a distaste in his mouth.

“It never stopped,” his tone is light and teasing. It’s a wonder how Scar is able to keep his composure and personality even when injured.

“Hey,” he feels fingers under his chin that lightly turns his head to face the other. He almost gasps when he sees those eyes staring back at him. Eyes full of devotion and wonder like that memory last night.

“Whatcha thinking in that pretty head of yours? You’re usually not this quiet.”

You.

“Nothing…” he whispers out. He can’t trust whatever his mouth would say at this moment.

“Are you still worried about me?” Scar smirks and it awfully reminds Rover of that sight he saw—him in between his legs, looking up at him with lust in his eyes.

“No, none of that sort.”

“Are you sure? You’ve got this look on your face—” he mimics Rover’s thinking face, downturned lips and furrowed brows. “C’mon, if it's something about me shouldn’t I have the right to know?”

“No.”

“It’s definitely about me then.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Yeah it is.”

“No— for fuck’s sake you haunt me in my dreams and in reality!”

It goes quiet.

Hands clasp over his mouth. Rover doesn’t move an inch and neither does Scar. Their eyes have grown wider from what they both heard. He can’t take it back now can he?

A wave of nausea hits him. He can’t be here anymore, in this suffocating place when Scar is looking at him like that.

His legs move first, shuffling away as quickly as possible, but he’s stopped before he goes out the entryway.

“Rover…” Scar’s hand latches onto his wrist, preventing him from moving any further.

“Scar, let me go— I don’t want to hear it from you.” He pleads that maybe he didn’t have to face the embarrassment.

“No, Rover,” he drags Rover back to his side. His hands now frame his face. It was so warm. “Be honest with me, you had that memory didn’t you?”

“I…” As much as he wants to deny it—deny everything that came with that memory of them. He couldn’t bring himself to lie, to keep on running away from the truth. “I did.”

It all happens too fast. Scar’s hand on his nape pushing him in. Their lips crashing together and molding into one. He doesn’t fight it, rather he embraces it as if he was yearning for it. Subconsciously, he knew he wanted Scar.

Rover’s hands land on Scar’s shoulders, lifting himself up to straddle his lap. Scar kisses how he fights—strong and fast, a fight for dominance when his tongue slips through. He moans loudly at the intrusion, parting his lips to give way.

Scar’s hands roam his body and it burns in his trail. He lifts the other’s shirt to ride up his chest to feel the bare skin of his waist.

Rover pulls away from their kiss, the both of them heaving and their breaths mingling in between. He looks at Scar’s eyes, clouded with desire and he’s seen this before. His cheeks flushed red and warm. His lips open, slick with saliva and bitten raw.

Everything about this man he couldn’t find himself looking away. This incarnate craving to have him whole.

Rover shuffles back on his lap to pull away his clothes off his body. He’s stripped of his upper clothes and immediately hands come up to feel his body. Scarred hands over his soft skin; he gasps under the tender touches and arches into the embrace.

He pauses, stays there hovering around his lips as Scar looks up at him with hands still roaming. This act of theirs tests their limits—to see how far they can go. Hunger licks in between them, urging them to just take, but they don’t move.

“Rover, please, baby—” he begs, not moving an inch when Rover’s lips are right there. His eyes dart to the other’s lips then back up.

“You can take me,” he whispers that tempting wish and it seeps in the air.

That’s all it takes for Scar to break.

They take each other in their mouths once more. This time fueled with passion and the longing to taste each other. Tongues slip through, rolling over each other as if they’re devouring.

Rover slightly shifts in his lap and their clothed groins brush up against each other. They groan in their mouths and he does it again with more fervor.

Scar moves his lips away to trail down his neck, licking the bottom of his ear to nipping the side. It all feels too good.

“Yeah, just like that—” Scar rasps out hotly, his hands on Rover’s hips, guiding him to keep grinding below. “Keep doing it, yes– gods, fuck, fuck.”

They rut into each other fast, chasing that friction that makes them go crazy. Rover moans softly with every rock, his pants getting wetter and tighter. A harsh bite is left on his neck, followed by a soothing lick. Many more follow with the amount of kisses and biting he leaves. The way Scar is leaving marks on him has him tossing his head back. He wants to feel all of Scar, inside him, all around him.

Scar leaves butterfly kisses down to his chest. A hand comes up to play with his nipple while the other is being sucked on. He gasps at the sensation, arching his back to bring his chest into Scar’s mouth.

“S-Scar… hah— I need more, please.” His voice becomes a pitch higher. Their grinding isn’t enough to satisfy him to bring him over that edge.

“I have you, let me take care of you.” Scar looks up from his chest, meeting his gaze and leaving a soft kiss in the middle. His hands glide to the top of Rover’s waistband and then firmly presses his palm on the hardened bulge. He shudders in response, rolling his hips upwards into the heat.

“Take this off for me, darling.”

Rover lifts his body up onto his knees, hastily trying to get rid of his pants. His underwear comes off and he breathes in relief when his dick comes free.

“I’ll need some help too, I’m still injured here,” Scar gestures to his own problem with a lopsided grin.

With some help, Rover pulls down the man’s pants off as Scar tries to hold himself up. He hears a sharp inhale when he sits back down.

“Did I hurt you?” Scar grabs his waist to lead him back into his lap. Their cocks are bare and touching each other makes them gasp.

“You could never hurt me,” he says with absolute certainty.

Then Scar grabs ahold of their cocks. Rover lets out a whine when he begins stroking their lengths together. The movement is dry at first, but after a couple moments their pre-cum mixes in to help with the motion.

“You’re too good for me, Rover,” Scar groans heavily in his chest. He could feel Scar’s burning intensity to him in his kisses, leaving no skin untouched. “So perfect.”

His hand flies over Scar’s hand when he thumbs his tip. More pre-cum drizzles out to aid them. It’s getting too much for him. This ache he finds in his lower body, his head lost within his own realm of just him and Scar.

“Scar, I’m— ah! I’m close!” He lifts the man’s head with urgency to crash onto his lips. They devour each other, having their lips become together as one.

Scar’s hand doesn’t stop to his avail, instead he pumps faster to make Rover reach his end. With a cry, he separates himself from those lips and his vision goes to black. His cock spurts out streaks of cum onto their hands. He raggedly breathes to compose himself from how good it felt to release.

“You can take it, baby. C’mon, give it to me.” Scar exhales in his ear, pushing Rover to his limit slowing down his strokes to let all the cum out.

Scar’s slick hand moves from the front to the back. One hand goes to grab his ass to spread it wide, while the other finds itself circling his rim.

He knows they are far from done here and he’s sure that he doesn’t want to stop.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he mutters and Rover nods frantically, urging the man to continue on.

A finger slips in with the help of Rover’s cum to ease the slide in. Scar is hesitant at first, rubbing against his walls, going as slow as possible in order not to hurt the man on top of him. But Rover thinks Scar could never hurt him.

Rover moves his hips gently on Scar’s length, telling him it’s okay for him to go faster.

“Fuck…” his hold tightens and eyes darken. “How can I deny you when you’re so pliant under my hands?”

Another finger enters and his walls clench around it. His head falls on Scar’s shoulder with the feeling of his fingers opening him up. With this position he’s right under the other’s ear, keening loudly when he hits that spot over and over again.

“That’s it, let it all out, sweetheart. Let me hear you.” A third digit enters, joining in to hit his prostate and force out those sinful moans of his.

“Ngh…! Scar p-please, feels so good,” his hot breath hits the side of Scar’s neck. Fingers scratching his shoulders to plead for more.

All of sudden the warmth inside of him disappears and Rover lifts his head up like it was an act of betrayal. Scar moves a piece of hair away from his face, looking once more into Rover’s golden eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want.” He spits on his palm, reaching downwards to jerk himself off. Rover watches in anticipation, seeing how adept the man’s hands were around his length. Scar lets out small grunts as he slicks himself up and Rover throbs from it.

Then he grabs onto Rover’s hips to hoist him upwards. The tip of Scar’s cock prods against his hole. Their eyes meet, gold against red and black. Scar’s eyes were beautiful up close, even more beautiful when he’s looking at him like that. They don’t look away when Scar finally pushes past his rim.

They both moan out, their voices combining together as one.

“Ah!” He cries out when he slowly lowers himself down with the other’s hands gently helping him take all of it inside.

Rover throws his head back from how full he is. Pleasure surpasses pain immediately, this carnal desire erupts out of him to take more and more.

“You okay there, baby?” Scar kisses his cheeks that were wet with tears. He doesn’t rush him, takes his time to let Rover relax into him.

Rover wraps his arms around Scar’s neck. His fingers run through white and red hair to ground himself. This was real, it wasn’t a dream for him.

“It feels good, Scar— so full.” Those words act as permission for the man to keep going. He needs to keep going otherwise Rover thinks he might break.

“Shit,” he holds around him tight as if something was going to take away this moment. “You don’t know what you do to me.”

He’ll let Scar do anything to him. Be broken down and built up. Be held and embraced—anything.

“Then show me.”

Scar begins to move in tandem. The hold on his hips make him move up and down into a steady rhythm. Their labored breaths and slaps of skin fill the air.

His eyes roll back to his head as moans fall out of his mouth. He tugs on strands of hair, digging his fingers deep.

“Hngh!” A hard thrust hits him and it continues on with the tip left inside only to be slammed down on. He’s so full from the way Scar is reaching everywhere inside him. Relentless thrusts to his prostate bloom a white heat in his stomach.

“Gods, you’re so good— so beautiful taking me.” Scar fucks up into him harder and faster that his legs can’t keep up the work.

“Scar— my legs, I can’t— ah!”

“I got you, pretty thing.” He takes over, practically doing all the work bouncing Rover on his lap.

It burns inside of him. His cock weeping in between their bodies and turning red. He whimpers out Scar’s name when he’s fast approaching his climax again. Nails scratching pale skin, thighs clenching, his walls squeezing tight around the length.

“Fuck…” Scar harshly whispers into his skin, fucking into him even deeper.

“I’m gonna come— ngh, Scar, Scar!” His hold around Scar binds them together. Slick and sweaty skin pressing, his cock rubbing up against Scar’s torso—the friction so incredibly good.

It’s no surprise he comes fast. His head in the crook of Scar’s neck, screaming out when shockwaves of pleasure take over him.

“Rover, me too— I’m—” Rover gets whatever strength he has, lifting his head to look at Scar. His thrusts falter, losing that rhythm that it descends to rutting into Rover. The image of the man reaching over the edge needed to be in his memory, burned inside him to never forget this.

“Come in me, Scar,” he mouths those words on Scar’s lips. “Fill me up.”

The sound Scar makes when he comes is filthy. The face he makes is beautiful, disheveled and flushed to his chest. Hot cum fills him to the brim that some leaks out of his hole and drips down the side of his thighs.

They take a moment to breathe, their limbs still intertwined with each other never wanting to let go.

Rover brushes his hair away from his forehead. He traces Scar’s healed wound on his face. From the top to the bottom—memorizes the shape and feeling of it. His heart thuds, repeating that solid beat over again.

Under their heavy breaths, he can feel the intensity of Scar’s affection pulsing beneath his touch. It’s warm.

Scar turns his head, lips placed upon the hand on his cheek and kisses it.

“You’re beautiful.” Lips mouth around those words in his palm.

He wants to say it back, but his back meets the hard ground, knees spread open to accommodate the man on his knees in between.

“Just look at you,” Scar leans down to place a kiss on the side of his knee. “You’re so beautiful, all laid out for me, all mine.”

Rover feels the cock inside of him harden. A soft moan escapes from how it’s pressing deep in his stomach.

He wonders how he looks in Scar’s eyes. The man always seemed to gaze at him like he hung the stars in the sky. He wonders if they were lovers—

“Ah…!” His length pulls out and then slams back in.

“You can take it for me again right, baby?” Scar begins to fuck him slowly, he grinds up against that spot that has his mouth hanging open.

“Mhmm, Scar.” It takes over his mind once again.

“Yeah that’s it, you’re a good boy.” He nods mindlessly in response.

Rover becomes too fucked out to say anything comprehensible and only strings of ah ah ah leaving his mouth on time with the thrusts. Scar becomes animalistic with how much he takes and takes. Tears well up in his eyes blurring everything around him. It’s relentless and brutal, but he can’t help himself to want more of it.

“M-more, give me more,” he tightens up, making the other mess up his rhythm. His legs wrap around Scar, pulling him in closer to keep going.

“Rover— hah, shit— I’m going to ruin you.” Scar makes a strangled noise, dropping his hands to grab his waist and fuck him harder.

The scent and sound of sex is filthy. It’s thick in the air and crashes down onto their bodies. He takes in all these senses, how good it felt to be fucked, how beautiful Scar looks when he’s coming down from his high.

In the silence of the night, their bodies merge together as one. Everything that happened is for him and Scar to remember each other by. Their marks, their kisses, their passion—a memory for them only.

That night, Rover dreams of a warmth wrapped around him.