HELLO! ✌🏼
I can't lie it feels so bizarre to actually be writing again. Just to let you guys know, when I begin writing this I was only 15 years old believe it or not. I had zero qualifications in English but I just loved to write. (I updated multiple books every single day - I was very productive)

Now I am 19 with a grade A in English Language and Grade A* in English Literature GCSE, with an additional grade A in English Literature A level (which is another form of college here in England). That's so crazy. You may notice my writing will be different hence why I want to re-edit the other chapters.

I realllyyyyyy hope you guys enjoy the chapters, and for older readers please take the time to re-read if you don't mind 💓

Thank you and enjoy x
-lily x
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The insistent tickles on the back of his calves is what woke Cove up out of his sleep - they were almost like scratches, ever so slightly digging into his skin but it was not painful, just a tickle. He scrunched his nose in frustration, the tiredness behind his eyes still heavy and the coldness in the air reminding him it was too early to wake up.

Still, that insistent nudging! What is that, Cove thought.

He kicked his feet in frustration, putting it down to a mosquito, until he felt warmth on the back of his neck. I-is that a breath? He thought as his eyes shot open in panic. The cold morning air clinging to his warm skin like a bee to honey, but his immediate panic making his blood rise even higher to the skin as he shot around to see who is behind him.

A head of brown hair and a familiar face is what brought Cove back down. Small breaths of what was once panic is now relief.

Modravè was awake, his eyes still closed but a small smile coming to his lips in the realisation he just scared the shit out of Cove. "Are you okay?" He asks, scratchy but in amusement.

Cove just huffed and laid back down, frustrated but young mind too focused of the raspiness of Modravè's morning voice. God it sounded amazing. His Portuguese accent just complimented it even more.

"I've been fine." He shrugs his shoulders, "apart from the fact not to long ago I was in amidst a gun fight, oh and lest we not forget, trafficked from America all the way to THE SOUTH OF FRANCE ... I've been relatively fine". Cove concludes.

"The gun fight was after the trafficking", Modravè points out.

A deadly glare is what he receives in return for his unwanted comment.

"That's not the point".

"Well," Modravè grunts as he leans up and rests higher on the headboard of the bed, "right now were sat in this big bed, in the south of France, as you noted earlier, and all you're doing is complaining. Why don't be cherish the moment, hm?"

To Cove, Modravè's face right now looks like the most amazing punching bag he's ever seen. God! He wants to punch him right in that gorgeous face. If only.

He decides to ignore Modravè's suggestive remarks and ask, "So where have you been?"

Modravè knows Cove deserves answers. None of this can be easy for him; having being taken away so suddenly from everything he knows, what Modravè's done to him out of his raging lust, and most importantly, the fact that Cove's been lied to his whole life without even knowing it. And soon, that'll all come crushing down on him.

"I've just been sorting some things." He decides to give away a little more, he should stop being so vague, "making sure those who got to us before don't get to us again. But what I do know, and I hope this puts you at ease a little, is that they weren't after you, Cove".

That does ease Cove's tensions a little he can't lie. Those men were after something though.

"That man from before. He was a snake, right?"

Modravè nods.

"Did you know?"

"There is always a possibility that someone in my organisation is not here for me, but the risk comes with the job. I just didn't know that they'd be so close. But we left a stern message".

The memories of Modravè carving into the mans body makes him want to scratch his eyes out. He's never witnessed anything like that in his whole life.

"What did you ... carve?"

Modravè snorts. "Just a little warning, as well as a little reminder as to who was sending that warning".

"You - you left a signature?"

Modravè lets out a little laugh, "not exactly, sweetheart, but close enough".

Before anything else can be asked a knock comes from the bedroom door. Modravè gives the all clear to enter and a head pops around the corner. "Hello?" Valentino asks in a sing-song tone do voice making Cove smile.

Valentino has really been like a big brother to Cove in a fucked up way. He always checks up on him, tries to offer him solutions in order to beat his severe boredom, and just seems to genuinely care for him; always making sure he's eaten and bathed.

"By the looks of things, everything is alright between you?" A hopeful tinge in his voice.

Cove kicks the covers off his legs and sits in the edge of the bed. "We're okay".

Modravè can't help but raise eyebrows at Cove. Well, that was easier than he imagined when arriving here. He didn't expect Cove to be so forgiving - he supposes that that's the young ignorance Cove still holds. He's too forgiving, but Modravè's not complaining.

Now walking into the bedroom Valentino continues: "what are you guys planning on doing today?"

"Valentino, go away".

Cove gasps at Modravè's rudeness to his brother but Valentino just laughs. "Modravè, brother, no need to be so aggressive towards me. I just wanted to know if you were preparing for the party tonight?"

"Party?!" Cove asks.

Modravè groans and gets up, grabbing a white t-shirt from one of the drawers and putting it on roughly. "Cove isn't coming to the party".

"What! Why?!" Angrily jumping up, Cove turns to face Modravè with Valentino moving forward too.

"Why can't I go? Are you afraid I'll escape? Or - or that somebody will recognise me—"

"No, that's not why. I just don't want you getting involved in my business because I know you're a nosy little minx already", Modravè sighs and sits on the end of the bed, "the people at the party ... I don't trust them to be around you".

Valentino intervenes, "sooo you trust Cove, but you don't trust the people that are coming into your home?"

"I guess. But listen, Valentino, I want to talk to Cove alone, so please," he gestures to the door, "leave.

Valentino leaves, understanding of the fact they need to talk without his unnecessary input.

"You must understand that he is not your friend, right?"

"Who?" Cove asks.

Modravè tuts. "Valentino!"

"Why? Are you jealous of my relationship with him? Are you jealous of the fact that we've gotten so close with one another? We're not fucking you know!" Cove exasperatedly exclaims.

"That's not the point", Modravè says with gritted teeth. He gets up and holds Cove by the shoulders.

"I don't want you getting attached to anybody here-"

"But you want me to get attached to you?"

"NO! that's not what I'm trying to say! Just- just please distance yourself from Valentino".

Cove doesn't say anything apart from dropping his head in a sulk.

"You need to get dressed", murmurs Modrave to Cove as he slips on a pair of expensive dress pants. Cove groans, rummaging through the drawls on the other side of the room. "There's nothing here that looks nice!" He says, fustratedly.

Modrave rolls his eyes and walks over to Cove, softly grabbing the top of his arm and pulling him away. The smaller boy huffs and crosses his arms like a kid that's been told he can't have anymore sweets until he's finished his dinner. Modrave shuts the draw, walking to the other dresser that should have clothes Cove'll like.

Modrave pulls out a grey Nike tracksuit that was his own, so it may be a little large for Cove, but Modrave doesn't mind because he knows that Cove will look cute as hell as he'll be all stuffed in the large thing.

"Here", Modrave says handing over the tracksuit. Cove smiles and takes it, but questions: "Won't I be too hot? It looks quite warm outside?"

Modrave peers outside and notices that the sun looks quite strong today and it shines over the vast amount of forest around them. "It doesn't matter, we'll be inside more than out".

Cove nods and walks towards the bathroom. Modrave notices this and frowns, "What are you doing?" He questions.

"Uhh... getting changed?"

Modrave shakes his head and sits on the edge of the bed, beginning to put on his shoes. "Do you not like getting changed in front of people?" Modrave questions, not looking at Cove who is stood in the bathroom doorway with a frown on his face and awfully confused.

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"Are you insecure? Do you not like for me to see you?" Finally, Modrave looks up to see Cove flush a bright red.

Cove isn't sure where Modrave is getting these ridiculous questions from because, no, he's not massively insecure, its just that it will be awkward getting dressed in front of Modrave.

Cove shakes his head. "I'm not insecure, it's just awkward s'all".

"Get changed here. I want to see you. I want to see my Cove".

Cove ducks his head in embarrassment. Is he serious? But then again, he's a pretty serious man and his face doesn't hold nothing else but an intense stare. Cove takes a deep breath and closes the bathroom door, dropping the clothes to the floor and taking hold of the collar of Modrave's large shirt.

He pulls it over his head, letting it slip down his arm and expose his whole torso and thighs. He's still got on Modrave's tight Calvin's that he found in the draw.

Cove looks up, his eyes meeting with Modrave's who's pupils are completely blown. It makes Cove gasp as he regrettably begins to harden down south. He gulps and bends down, picking up the tracksuit bottoms.

He doesn't want it to look as though he's teasing Modrave because he's actually not. He's just following orders.

He pulls them up his leg, then doing the same with the other. The excess tracksuit begins to pool at his ankles as he secures the bottoms with the string around his waist. These are huge.

He then bends over to pick up the sweatshirt.

When he leans back up he's met with a shirt-clad chest. He gasps and takes a step back, only for his neck to be grabbed harshly and a pair of lips painfully smash on his own.

Pushing at Modrave's chest he fights against him, trying to ignore his own desire as Modrave backs him into the bathroom door.

Large hands grab hold of his thighs and hoist him up, forcing him to wrap his legs around the mans waist. "M-Modrave..."

"Kiss me, Cove. I know you want to", Modrave taunts, licking Cove's cheek making him shiver.

Cove moans when Modrave thrusts his groin against Cove's, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. He doesn't mean to moan...it's just that...it feels so good. Really good.

Modrave bites and nips at the moaning Cove's neck, leaving little bruised marks. He then moves down to his chest, licking, nipping, biting and kissing. Cove is his.

"Ah! Modrave!"

Cove shudders as Modrave kisses him again. He can't resist as he begins to kiss the man back, their lips tingling and moans mixed. The smaller boys mind is clouded with lust; all he wants is this man, nothing else.

Hands grab onto Cove's ass, giving it a quick squeeze before he's pulled from the wall and chucked onto the bed. Cove grunts as he bounces a little.

Cove quickly scrambles back, away from Modrave, a teasing smile plastered on his face as he bites his lip, sending Modrave mad. "You minx".