Song: Undressed by Kim Cesarion

Warning: There's some sexy stuff in this chapter :3
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Jordan's p.o.v.

"OW! TOM SYNDICATE!"

"Shh, just let it happen Sparklez."

"No! Stop, that hurts!"

"It does not! You're smiling, I can see you smiling you sausage! You like this!"

"Just because I'm smiling doesn't mean- TOM QUIT IT!"

"Shhhhhh. It's okay, just shhhhhh."

"TO-Mmmph! Mmmmmhp!"

Okay this is getting out of hand. If he doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna kick him so hard he's gonna puke.

"What if I did...this!"

"Mmmmmhp- GET YOUR HAND OFF- Mmmmhp Mmmph!"

"Hey love birds, do you mind?" We both froze momentarily to look over at Mot, who was looking pretty fed up with our quarreling. Mots annoyed question was a long enough distraction for me to wiggle out of Toms grasp and flee, making him growl angrily.

"Come back here boy!" He called playfully as I jogged away from him. "I'm not done with you yet!"

"No! Leave me alone!" I called back just as playfully. I know we're on a mission right now to find our friends, but I'm not the one who started this play fight in the first place. Tom did with his stupid tickling.

I sped past annoyed merchants and busy shop stands, looking over my shoulder at Tom every few seconds to see if he was close to me. Unfortunately he's pretty fast too, so he was right on my heels, a smirk plastered on his face. He thinks he can catch me? No way, he's not winning this time.

I turned a corner and bolted down an alleyway, which in hindsight probably wasn't the brightest idea, and giggled wildly every time he nearly caught me, only just brushing my back with the tips of his fingers. I nearly tripped once or twice while running because of all the garbage in the alley, but I did manage to not fall on my face.

My heart raced when I felt fingers clasp the back of my shirt, and I knew then that I was caught. He jerked me back and shoved me hard against the stone alley wall, his warm breath attacking my neck as soon as my back met with the wall. I could see into those almost pitch black eyes that he was scheming things to do in this moment. What would he do? Were all alone and nobody can see us down here. He could do whatever he wanted with me. I felt my fingers trembling with excitement at the ideas running through my idea. I'm in deep with this boy.

"Oh the things I could do to you, Mr. Sparklez. But I do want you to be able to walk for the rest of the day, so I better not." He booped my nose playfully and pulled away from me, making me groan in protest.

"You can't just do that. That's unfair." I pushed myself off the wall and attempted to breathe properly again, though it was proving to be difficult already. He smirked at me with that same teasing glint in his chocolate brown eyes.

"What's unfair? Not being able to do freaky things with your husband? What a pity. I feel so sorry for you." His voice was leaking with sarcasm, and I hit him in the shoulder just for good measure. I know I deny his advantages constantly, but only because Rosie was around and I didn't want to scar her young life forever with our actions. I was just being considerate.

"At least I don't tease you constantly and then pull away from it. That's totally miserable for me."

"You do tease me constantly. I don't think you do it intentionally though. But hot damn...when you walk around movin' your hips like that...it does things to me Sparkley dick."

I don't really understand or remember what happened next. I think Tom asked me if I was okay, and I didn't respond back, but that's all.

The next morning I woke up in the inn room, in the opposite bed Tom and I never use. I felt really really tired for some reason, like I'd been doing a hard core training session with Mot. Maybe I did have one yesterday, and that's why I'm so tired.
But that doesn't explain the beds. I turned to look for Tom in the other bed, and my jaw hit the floor as soon as my eyes met the scene.

Tom was in the bed, and the way he was strung out by ropes and handcuffs, absolutely destroyed me. He was passed out with his face buried in the pillows. Had he been awake, I wouldn't know what to say to him. What did I do last night? This is the dungeon fiasco all over again!

I managed to shakily get up from my bed and walk over to his, examining the horrible things surrounding his body. How could I do something like this? Does my insane self have no shame whatsoever? Does my insane self not care about his well being? He slept like this! His wrists are red and raw and so are his ankles, and his back...oh my god his back.
I rushed to untie the ropes and take the horrible unmentionable objects off the bed, frantically looking for handcuff keys in the process of it all. I found them eventually, in a place I'd rather not discuss even in my own thoughts. I unlocked the cuffs and gently laid down his hands on the pillows. I rushed to the bathroom to retrieve a bottle of lotion and a first aid kit, and ran back to Tom to treat the god-awful raw places on his arms and legs. He never moved an inch the entire time I treated them. He must be so exhausted. How could I do this to him? I've hurt him so badly. He must have been in so much pain.

I hastily wiped away the unwanted tears flowing down my cheeks and continued to work, smoothing the cream over more red places on his neck. Horrible, I'm a horrible person. I can't control myself. What if I had killed him? I would've woken up to see my dead husband. I can't even think about it. There was already too much guilt in my heart.

"Mmh...hey." I saw his head turn towards me a bit, a small tired smile on his lips. Smile? He's smiling?!

"Why are you smiling?!" I screeched, tears pouring down my cheeks. "Look at what I did to you Tom! Look at this!" I pointed at his raw wrist, my squeezing painfully at the sight of it.

He gave it one glance, but looked straight back to me after it. "Why are you crying?" He asked softly, genuine concern lacing his tone.

"Because! Th-This!" I motioned towards his whole body, which was covered in bruises of all colors, nasty cuts, and huge raw patches. It made me cry even more. I did this. I hurt him like this.

"Sparklez, baby, I asked for this. I told you I wanted this. Don't cry, you didn't hurt me." I watched him sit up, slowly like it hurt him every time he moved. I covered my face and cried harder. I don't want to see him like this. I can't do it.
"No no, stop crying! I asked for it, you didn't do this without my telling you to, It's okay!"

"Why would you ask for this?!" I sobbed. How could he ask for something he knew I was gonna regret later?

"Because you asked me if I wanted it! And I said yes! I didn't know you'd be this upset about it later!"

I didn't respond back that time. I shriveled up against the wall and hugged my knees up to my chest, relishing in the way they hid me from him. The guilt was still there though, still eating its way through my stomach.

"I enjoyed every moment of it, I promise. Everything was consensual. I don't understand why you're so upset Sparklez." He sat down beside me and tried to hug me, but I scooted away as soon as he tried to get close. I'll hurt him again. I'll do something else I'll regret later.

"It's not consensual when I didn't consent to it..." I whispered. I sound so whiny. Does he think I sound whiny? Probably. He probably thinks I'm a whiny brat for crying about non-consensual sex.

"Yes you did! You said you wanted to do nasty things to me and I said hell yeah!"

"That wasn't me Tom!" I snapped at him. "You know that wasn't me...I never ask you that stuff."

There was a long silence. I think he was trying to figure out the best way to tell me to grow up and stop being a whiny baby about sex. Though when I felt arms pull me into a lap, I was completely surprised.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I thought you'd be okay with it and I was wrong. What can I do to make it right?" He asked softly.

"I don't know...did you say you liked it?"

"Yeah, it was the best sex I've ever had. That's why I'm confused on why you're upset. You literally made my dreams come true and you feel guilty about it. What's up with that?"

"I just...feel like I've hurt you." It was the truth. I feel like I've ultimately beaten him to death and raped him.

"It's different when I like being hurt, Sparklez. You stopped a hundred times during sex to ask me if I was okay or if you needed to stop. I said no every time because I loved it."

"You love it when I hurt you?"

"Well sexually of course."

"But...doesn't that hurt really badly?" I brushed a thumb over his raw wrist, cringing when I saw places where the handcuffs had pinched him and made him bleed. How could someone enjoy something like this? It's like enjoying sexual torture or something.

He only smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "A little, but don't worry about it. It was worth it."

"...did I enjoy it?"

"Well you sure looked like you were. I think you gotta thing for whips Sparkley dick." He winked at me, and I groaned as loudly as I could.

"I am so ashamed of myself." I buried my face and my hands. He went silent. Why didn't he say something back? Something sarcastic or perverted, like he always does?

"Jordan I love you, but we can't keep doing this."

I felt my heart literally stop. No. He can't be talking about what I think he is. Were married and we have Rosie. He can't...he wouldn't.

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, my voice tight and shaky.

"I know we're parents now, and we've been through tons of shit that's roughed us up pretty badly, but I can't keep doing this everyday. I'm not a serious person Sparklez, and you aren't either. This place is changing us. This place is sucking the life out of us."

"...and you wanna bring this up now?" This is the most random time to bring this conversation up. We were talking about sex no less than two minutes ago. What brought this up?

"Yeah, because seeing you so drained and sensitive all the time isn't working for me. I love you so damn much. I like seeing you happy. You're happy about 5% of the time nowadays. I think we should fix that."

"How?"

"Right now, what would make you the happiest man alive? I don't care how impossible it is or how unrealistic it sounds, just tell me. I'll make it happen."

I didn't give it a second thought. "I want to go home."

He smiled. "Then let's go home."
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Tom's p.o.v.

"We will need exactly 13.6 million pounds of tartarite for the suit, and as we all know, getting this amount of tartarite in such a short amount of time is physically impossible. However, I'm still doing my research on other ways to resurrect the dead, and I'm sure I can find something soon if I keep looking."

"We don't have time for you to keep researching Gaines, we need to get started on this now. Anything else? There's got to be something that you haven't tried yet?"

"Well...it was something I'd brought up to Mianite many times, but all times he has dismissed the thought...a um...a ritual or sorts?" I didn't miss the way he said Mianites name, like it was painful to even say the word. I haven't asked him yet about his whole situation with Mianite, but I've decided not to do it until Sparklez isn't around. It would just make him ask questions and really, that's the last thing Gaines needs right now.

"What kind of ritual?" Sparklez asked, his eyes glued to the research notes Gaines had given him to look at. I decided then to try and ask Gaines if he was okay, but without actually saying anything. I raised my eyebrows at him and mouth a 'are you okay?' with my lips. He saw me, and he only shrugged his shoulders and looked away. I guess that's a no then.

"I-It requires a lot of materials, but by my calculations we should be able to get the required amount by the time the world falls away completely." His voice noticeably shook throughout the whole sentence. He's not okay.

"And just how exactly do we get these materials?" Sparklez asked again, and this time I noticed he was staring at me instead of the notes. Shit, did he see me? I hope not. That's gonna be hard to explain if he did.

"It's going to be difficult," Gaines sighed. "Give me awhile to write up a full list, and we will get started at soon as we gather everything. For now, I would continue searching for your friends. I'm they'll want to know the plan." And with those last words, he snatched the notebook from Sparklez hands and took off out of the alley way without so much as a single goodbye.

Who knows what that poor guys going through right now.
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"Why did you keep looking at Gaines like that?" Sparklez asked suddenly. I silently groaned to myself. He had to bring this up now? When we were having such a cute moment? This guy doesn't sit in my lap willingly very often. Especially if were in public.

We were at the Urulu library, surprisingly. We decided after a whole day of searching half the city and having no luck at all, we might as well have a little fun. So I asked Sparklez where he wanted to go in the city, and of course the sausage wanted to go to a place with allergy inducing dust, bitchy librarians, and books thicker than three bricks combined. But after complaining to him about it for an hour or two, I managed to get him to sit in my lap.

I haven't complained since.

"What do you mean?" I asked way too innocently. I love Sparklez and I don't wanna lie to him, but I really don't wanna snitch on Gaines either. The poor guy is ashamed enough of his feelings for Mianite he doesn't need more people asking him about it.

I saw him roll his eyes at my fake innocence. "You know what I mean. You kept staring at him and doing that thing with your eyebrows."

I laughed quietly, for fear of the bitchy librarian coming over and telling me to shut up again. "What thing?"

"That thing! That thing where you ask if somebody's okay with your eyebrows. You were doing it to him. Why?"

"Well he just looked sad was all. I was checking on him."

"You couldn't have asked if he was okay out loud?" He asked bluntly. I sighed, knowing I was caught. He's too smart for his own good. I can't get a thing past him.

"The day we...you know...reunited, earlier I'd been with Gaines at a bar."

He turned his head towards me and gave me a look that obviously said he didn't believe me. "You were with Gaines? At a bar?" He asked slowly.

"I know it sounds weird, but I'm telling the truth. He was there and he looked like shit and he was drinking his heart out. And after asking him like twelve times, he told me what was wrong."

"What was wrong with him?"

"He's...he's in love with Mianite."

"WHAT?!" He screeched. Before I could even get a word out, the librarian shot out from one of the aisles and hissed at us to be quiet, making Sparklez shrink back against me in embarrassment. The old hag looked at the both of us and curled her top lip up in disgust. "No public display of affection in my library," she snarled.

I gave her the best death glare I could whip up and said the first insult that came to mind. "How about you go fu-"

"S-Sorry ma'am! Won't happen again!" Sparklez rushed to talk over top of me. He hopped out of my lap and went back over to his seat, flashing the librarian a nervous smile as he scrambled to sit down on his seat. She only rolled her eyes, and went off back to what I assumed was her evil witch lair. I hate that woman.

"What do you mean he's in love with Mianite?!" He whispered furiously as soon as the old hag disappeared.

"I mean just that, he's in love with the guy. But he said the guys so dense he won't even give him a second look. I think it's stressing him the hell out. It's why he didn't have his glasses on or one of his sweater vests, he threw them all
away because he was trying to change himself so Mianite would at least look at him differently."

Sparklez pouted, worry now taking over his features. "I didn't know. I feel so bad for him, he must be so stressed out."

"Yeah well there's not much we can do for him. Hopefully things will work out for the guy."

Just then, a devious smile crossed his features, and I knew exactly what he was thinking. "Sparklez I am not playing matchmaker."

"Oh come on! He's obviously not gonna be able to do it himself, look at him!"

"That doesn't mean we have to help him! We have other things to worry about other than Gaines' love life..."

"Tom I want him to be happy. Plus if he's happy, he might have more inspiration for the whole god reviving project! It would work out perfectly!"

I narrowed my eyes at him and crossed my arms stubbornly over my chest. "No."

"Yes. We have to. Please? This would make me really really happy." He gave me a hopeful smile. How can I say no to a smile that adorable? Ugh.

"Fine. Let's get out of here, we still gotta go pick up Rosie from Mots."

He clapped excitedly and ran over to my chair, giving a huge kiss on the cheek. "Thank you!"

"I said no public displays of affection!" A hiss came from the old hag, who'd just appeared from behind the book shelf.

Sparklez rolled his eyes and pulled away from me, turning to the old hag in front of us. "Sorry miss, we were just leaving."

She scowled and scurried off back to her lair, leaving us alone once again.

Sparklez scooped up the books he'd been reading from the table and stuffed them into his bag, making sure they are hidden very well before closing it up and throwing it over his shoulder. I gave him an odd look. "Aren't you supposed to like check those out or something?"

"I'm sure she won't mind me stealing the books written by the evilest person in the universe. Let's go." He smiled mischievously. I rolled my eyes and stood up, and we managed headed to escape the library unscathed by the librarian.

As soon as we stepped outside, I wrapped a hand around his waist and pecked his cheek. "I like the rebel side of you, Mr. Sparklez."

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
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This chapter succkkkkk but I decided to post it anyway because I felt guilty leaving you guys without content for so long ):

Please leave a favorite or a comment if you actually did enjoy the chapter! Thank you!

(Btw the library hates me bc half of their books are in my closet oops)

- Lee