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Against who? [The flames continue coursing, even and steady to go with Marco's gentle tone and composure, despite the flickering emotions under it all. Rage at anyone who hurt Japan, frustration again with himself for not being there, and above all else; the desire to somehow, in some miraculous way to just fix it. He tugs Japan into a closer hug and nibbles on an ear. He doesn't want to distract him too much, but he hadn't meant to slam on the brakes so suddenly either. He slides a foot along the outside of Japan's far leg and starts playing footsies affectionately.]

...I meant that it was self defense against me.

[He sort of half-heartedly moved his leg at that, but gave up, and still face down snuggled a bit into Marco.]

It was mostly America-san.

[Turns to just hold Japan against him, hugging protectively. Well, what did he expect? Japan never was willing to agree to try a path other than through America and he knew there'd be consequences. Wasn't it better now? Japan had learned somehow... he was stronger for it... like he wanted. Would Marco have been upset if Ace had taken scars from Whitebeard? But that was just it, Ace never did. Then again, it wasn't as though Marco expected America to be as strong as Whitebeard; strong enough to even be able to avoid hurting foes he didn't want to. America wasn't that way at all. Still, did that make it wrong? It wasn't like Ace and Whitebeard, it was like Ace and Garp? The analogies didn't work.]

I'm sorry. [Tightens the hug and buries his face in raven black strands of hair.] That you had to go through that, that I wasn't there and couldn't do a thing, that if he tries anything here, there's not a single thing you can do to hold me back... [Squeezes tightly.] Nakama should be able to protect each other better Bushido. [And he couldn't do a thing for Japan when he needed him most. What kind of nakama was that? And it was too much like Ace. It wasn't Ace, but a nakama running off alone to face foes and things he felt responsible for all alone hit too close to home for even Marco to act like it didn't.] I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you through it.

[Maybe it's the fact that he's a bit ashamed, and they brought everything to this sort of halt. Or that the facts themselves are sad, or talking about it, or Marco realizing it and speaking like this... Maybe it was everything. Whatever it was, Japan was "open" enough to cry. It wasn't sobbing or noisy, and he was still face down in his arms, but there were tears and he might be shaking just a little.

It's clearest in his voice though.]

They are still scars... [A pause as he tries to straighten his voice out. Scars.] I believe... Marco can still help me.

[Hugs even tighter and buries his face a little deeper. Japan crying just means Marco won't have to. It's easiest for him knowing he has a job to do, someone to protect, someone he has to stay strong for at all costs. Whether it's pretending to be unfazed and still joking around, or just like this, acting as a barrier between the world and his nakama.]

How? I will help... I won't ever stop. I'll protect you until it stops hurting, understood? [Okay maybe a few tears for himself too. And the wing soothingly strokes down Japan's back. Never alone again. It didn't matter how slow Marco was, he'd get there. To Japan's world or whatever it took.]

Marco already is. [Helping, he means. And he turns a little more into Marco, one of his legs moving to hook over one of Marco's.]

...Forgive me. Ah, this sort of startling thing... [he's slowly stabilizing himself because crying is lame enough, he shouldn't do it for forever]

[Switches the wings back and kisses hard. He can't handle this much emotional anything. He's bad with emotional things to begin with and it's been too much of a rollercoaster of late. All he wants is to engage in a bit of this for as long as he can make it last. He slips his hands down to Japan's waist, rests them on the smaller man's hips and tugs him forward roughly.]

[That's startling and catches him a bit off guard, but it's not unwelcome at all. In fact, maybe the fact that he got this off of his chest helps a bit, and once he's snapped out of the surprise he returns the kiss in a wave of force. He wraps his arms around Marco, letting himself be tugged forward.]

[Lets out a quiet moan against Japan's mouth and kisses more fervently, nipping very lightly. He caresses Japan's spine and leans back to grab the lube again, not wasting much time in getting two fingers slicked up and gently inserting one into his rear entrance. Now that he's going, he clearly has no intentions of slowing down again. Never making Japan feel alone again. Not so long as Marco has any say in it. He's a little more aggressive than usual, too much rollercoaster to fully address everything at once and just looking for some sort of release from the pressure valve.]

[After everything just now, it makes perfect sense for Japan to follow like this as well. He lets go of himself for the sake of pleasure, and escaping those bad feelings from earlier, and pushes into the kissing. The extra aggression from Marco is a little startling, but nothing unwelcome, and he curls his hands where they are, only breaking from kissing to let out a breathy gasp at the feeling of that finger.]

I'm sorry... [He doesn't have to say it, probably shouldn't say it, but that interruption (or stopping) earlier makes him want to. And just as soon he's kissing Marco again.]

Don't. [This time, Marco doesn't stop, or even slow down, he slips the finger in a little deeper and kisses back hard. What he means for Japan to avoid isn't specified immediately. Whether to stop talking or just not apologize. He rolls against the smaller man and sucks on Japan's bottom lip.] You don't need to apologize to me. You've been nothing but a good thing for me. Don't let me ruin it.

[He moans loudly at that, kissing deeper. The speed and the emotion only make it more thrilling for Japan, and he has to focus a little more to come up with the right words. They're spoken softly.]

Marco can't ruin it... [another short kiss] He can only complete it.

[Doki doki.] You think so, eh? [Shivers in delight and speeds up a little more, kissing back and rolling against Japan heatedly, while swirling the fingers inside.] Then in that case, allow me. [Attempts to claim Japan's body with his own, kissing hard and tugging Japan even closer.]

[That brings a wave of response from Japan. Gasps and moans as he presses against Marco anywhere he can, and would you know it, he adds some bite to his kissing. Anything to get the emotion across, which he's sure should be done this sort of way with Marco.]

[Oh, that is perfectly how. Marco lets out a low needy, excited, little whistle and decides that's probably enough lube for now. He leans back against the headboard, not giving a damn at the weird angle it put his neck at, and tugs Japan up more along his waist so that he can just edge his cock head inside Japan's rim.]

Oh oh, fuck, Bushido. [Another small birdlike whistle as he sucks in more air, trying to remember to breathe, and yet too turned on to really care. Japan was back, here, and every bit as gorgeous as always. Raven locks, big dark eyes Marco could get lost in and swallowed hole. Like the night and secrets and all kinds of things Marco wanted to unlock and reveal more of. He was tight and warm and everything Marco wanted to feel more.]

[There's a cry at that feeling, and he has to try not to be too loud. This... really wasn't something he did often. But he wanted it from Marco, more than anything else, and that much was clear in his eyes as he gazed at the other.]

Ahh, Marco... [How could he say it? No, that much was enough. And he was so close, he wasn't sure if much more would come together as words right now. Words were never an important part...]

[Less talking was fine by Marco at that point. Just the sound of his name alone from those pouty lips was all Marco needed to edge in a little deeper, holding his lover close as he started massaging just lightly on Japan's cock.]

I really do love you I hope you know. [Kisses down Japan's cheek and neck, licking very slightly towards the end, threatening to steal away the salt from Japan's neck as he'd told him before.]

[Japan groans, the feeling shooting through his body in warm waves. All of this together was overwhelming, in a good way, but he couldn't hold it all in. He was sure he wasn't going to last much longer at all. On top of that, the light trembles of pleasure taking over his body right now were more than he'd ever experienced before.

Marco's words just pulled him in even more.]

Marco... [He leans ever so slightly, not wanting to move to mess up anything Marco was doing but still wanting to kiss him] I love Marco as well. Ah... this... [This was so... nice? That word wasn't enough...]

[Kisses back and nuzzles gently. This was nice, and Marco didn't need any added words to know it. It was everything he wanted right then and it couldn't start to make up for missing nearly a century, but he could try. He was tempted to slow down to make it last longer, but Japan's eagerness before coupled with those words meant that even Marco didn't think he could do it at this point. Fast was fine too. He was more focused on making Japan enjoy it anyway, using the smaller's man stillness to pay more attention to details as he thrust inside him and lets out a low whistle to Japan's ear.]

Good, don't stop. [A little breathless, the words come out quietly in pants.]

[Everything was so nice all at once, and Marco panting those words only added to it. There's another groan at that thrust. They were going so fast and he didn't mind it at all, panting with pleasured moans laced between.]

[Marco just closes his eyes once more, and pounds steadily into the smaller man, keeping the rhythm even with his hand, and maybe just a little faster here and there. Too perfect. Japan even smelled nice. Like ocean and warm almost like fire bubbled beneath, and that was something Marco was more used to from devil fruit users. Someday he might ask him about it. When it wouldn't sound completely insane. For now though, he just trails kisses down Japan's cheeks and neck; anywhere he could reach, complete with a flutter of eyelashes for incidental butterfly kisses. Okay he's a bit gay.]

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