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ray935sworld · 2 days ago

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I'd let the world burn for you

Chapter 1: The beginning

Marc wanted to make the world saver. He wanted to give Alex a safer world, no matter what it took. And Vale was willing to do whatever it took to help archive his husband dream. But suddenly the deeply rooted loyalty and trust seem to waver...

There was a calm silence around Marc.

The normally busy corridors were empty. There were no voices around.

Even Franky had already gone home.

There was no one about to knock and adress some kind of serious matter. He didn't had to worry about everything or anything. Not now. Not anymore.

He could just get ready, slowly, carefully, not thinking about everything.

He could open his tie, get ride of his blazer and change into a normal hoodie. He pulled his boyfriends oversized shirt 9ver his head, knowing he wasn't about to get to bed. He was about to attend a dinner.

The idea to wear just a hoodie and jeans to a dinner felt almost foreign to him by now. He had spent years and years wearing suits and blazers, dressing like he belong in between them even if he had never been like them.

And he never could. He didn't want to either.

He wanted to be honest and helpful. He didn't want to try and get richer at the expense of other. He wanted to end the corruption.

But now he had finally managed to get a few minutes of normality. No files to look through. No phone calls to prepare for. No briefings to make sure he was well informed for a meeting he had to attend.

It gave him a moment to actually feel like a normal man, at the end of his 20s. He could reflect on his life, take a step back and look at where he was standing.

Head of the nation.

The most powerful man. At least officially the most powerful man. The real power was somewhere else - someone else. Someone who was sleeping in his bed, wrapping him up in a tight hug, every night.

He knew what he felt like. Every inch of his body. He knew what he looked like, fully clothes or bare nacked. He knew what he looked like when he woke up, he knew each of his small habit.

He knew that he never went to bed without knowing that each member of his gang was safe. He knew why he never let them go ahead somewhere alone. He knew why Vale was the one going head first, never one of his boys.

Sometimes he tried to remember what his life was like before he stepped into that shady underground bar. He tried to get back in his 19 year old head who had no real idea about the chaos that was happend on teb streets and behind closed doors.

There was no real connection anymore. Too much had changed. He had learned too much. Seen too much.

In moments like this Marc truly envied his brother. Alex still saw the world like this. He still had no idea about Marc's boyfriends real profession.

Alex was a trainee lawyer. He was busy getting drunk in the rare moments he wasn't studying or working. He was going out, having fun. He used to sneak away from lectures to grab a coffee with his best friends.

He spent hours in the libary with his friends and came home flopping on the couch complaining about annoying regulations and exceptions he had to learn.

He couldn't do that. He had to be a serious adult. There was no sneaking away. He had responsibilities and a goal he couldn't postpone. The whole time. Every day. Every second. When there was a call in the middle of the night he had to answer, no matter how sleep deprived he was.

He had to do it all and it was his own fault. He couldn't help but smirk when he remembered his way of his.

A simple comment from one of his teachers had started it all.

"The way you talk, you should go into politics"

And little Marc had taken it too serious. They had talked about something he couldn't quite remember but he had refused to see eye to eye.

He wanted to make the world a better place and this seemed to be the perfect way.

He started as a volunteer when he was still a young teenager. He was active in publicly stating his disagree with the way the government handled things. The mass of corruption. The need for real democracy.

He was loud and got louder with every supporter he gained. And his support grew quickly. He made himself a reputation as the rising star who talked back. He called out older, higher members of politics.

He didn't do it in a rude, offensive way. He was calm, collected. He showed emphaty and understanding. He was polite. Just like that, he earned the respect if the people.

He posted evidence of their crimes online and watched them try to get out. He watched how the public imagine slowly got destroyed.

But he wasn't an idiot.

He knew that what he was doing was dangerous. He knew as soon as someone found out that he was Marc Marquez, a nobody out of a small town, he'd be found dead on the streets.

He couldn't risk that, so he turned up in a black mask. He had colored an ant on it. It earned him the nickname "the ant".

After he knew he was safe enough, after he got his most powerful supporter, he showed his identity. If he actually wanted to change something, he had to do it right. He had to go the legal way, show his face, ask for supporter and win.

He did and his nickname remained. It even got an extra. "the ant of Cevera"

And now he was here. He had won the election with a secret weapon. He was one of the youngest ever in office. It still felt unreal but he excatly knew how he got here.

By surpressing his childish tendencies, by covering his fears and uncertainties with false confidence. Fake it till you make it. And now he was here.

And... He was reminded as a hand came up his neck, softly touching his cheek. And he - his own personal, secret weapon was the reason he was here. One man had helped placing him here. Without him it would have been impossible to be here already.

He knew it hadn't been a clean way. It had been quiet bloody actually. He had gotten many guns pointed at him on his way, but likely his favorite shooter had been quicker.

He had been determined and he had been willing to do anything to make this country a safer place for his brother. No matter the cost. And his partner had the same views, the same motive and the needed resources and people around him.

Together they were undefeatable. At least it felt like that. And if they were going down, Marc was glad they would go down together. He was willing to sink down, covered in blood, barely able to keep his eyes open, hated by the world, betrayed by his own, as long as he was holding him close.

It almost felt like a fate.

It had been a coincidence that he met VR46. He shouldn't have met him but on that day - after another failed protest, one with many arrests in his name where he only got away through sheer luck - he had enough.

He went to a cheep, dirty bar. Those kind were so many gangsters, junkies and underground freaks creeped around that not even the police bothered to turn up.

He knew it was filled with people that could and would kill him in seconds. But he didn't care. Not right now. Not now that his frustration almost babbled over.

Alex had almost been arrested even though he hadn't done anything. It was the ultimate proof how screwed up the world actually was.

Alex had only been 17 years old. He had been holding the hand of his best friend because he had gotten dizzy and he wanted to stabilize him. He had been beaten so bad he needed to go to teb hospital.

Marc had been furious when he found out and organized the protest.

Now he was getting drunk and frustrated. He felt helpless and useless. He had wanted to feel like a normal 20 year old teenager making bad decision. Not like a young nationally known political symbol.

He was drunk and spend half the time cursing the current situation. He had been hungry for change no matter the cost. And Vale had taken interest in that.

"Jesus, the world is fucked. It has always been and it will be for all centuries to come" Vale said and rolled his eyes. He actually was close to done with the young idiot.

For him he seemed just like another stupid idealogist that had no idea what he was doing. One of those that only talked and didn't do anything. One that would shy away as soon as Vale displayed his methods.

But then the boy spoke up again.

"But now I am on this earth and so is my brother"

That drew his attention back to him. He slowly looked up. He stared at him, suddenly sober. It was like a trigger had been hit.

"The fuck do you mean by that?" he asked. His voice had dropped. He spoke more careful, more silent and calm.

"I can't let my brother live in a world as fucked as this one" he said with a sigh, thinking about all the messed up stories he had heard. He thought about the way the world had treated him. He couldn't let Alex keep living in this mess. "Not when I can do something about it"

Vale was silent. He looked him up and down, seemingly trying to understand him and learn more about. "You - All this hazzle - All the hate you're endearing, the hate and danger you put deliberately onto yourself is because of.... Your brother?"

"Yes..." he took a deep sip from his glass. "I want to protect him... You know. I want him to be safe. Can't you understand that?"

"What would you do for that?" "Everything. I don't care. I'll do anything to keep him safe" "Make people bleed?"

The moment was intense. He leaned over.

"Are you willing to kill someone to make this a better world?" "Yes" No hesitation. Excatly what Vale had wanted.

He couldn't help but smirk as he leaned back, his elbow back over the chair he was sitting on. He looked to his side.

Franky, barely 18 didn't sit far from them. It looked like he was busy sharing a drink with a beautiful young woman. If it wasn't for the fact that Franco had a secret crush on Migno and an incredible hearing, Vale would have been sure that he hadn't understood a word.

But he knew he had. He studied his boys face for a second. He had an unreadable expression. Like always. He turned his eyes back to the younger man infront of him.

"Whats his name?" he asked, his voice soft. He leaned back forward slowly playing with drink.

"Alex" his voiced peaked up.

"Alex..." he repeated. "And is dear Alex older than you?" "No" Marc smiled brightly. You could clearly see his happiness that he got to talk about his brother. He spoke quicker and his smile seemed realer. Part of Vale wanted to treasure and keep this look on his face safe.

"Alex is 17. He's 3 years younger than me but already taller than me. He wants to be a lawyer, one day. He's the smart one. He'll be great. I just know it."

He laughed. "Shouldn't you be the smart one? As the future of politics?" he asked almost mockingly, but the other one just laughed along. "Nope. I just know how to talk." "At least something"

"Do you have siblings?" Marc asked.

An innocent question but enough to make the world freeze for a moment.

Vale's movements stopped. He looked up, he saw his innocent, pure smile.

Then he turned around. He let his tongue snip. 2 times. It had been their signals since Vale met him a few years ago. Franco turned to him. "Give us some privacy, will you?" he said.

It was the more polite form of 'get lost' or 'fuck off' which he normally used. But not with his boys.

The younger one looked eyes with him and nodded. Without a word he stood up and left.

"Who-" the Spaniard immediately asked. "Just a very close friend of mine. He's a little protective but means well..."

"Okay?" the confusion was still present on his face. "Asked me again" Vale said. "What?" "Asked me again."

"Do you have siblings?"

"I do" he asnwred. For a moment he felt Marc's gaze on him. He was probably wondering with who he was really talking. Maybe he wondered if he was actually insane.

"Older or younger?" he then asked, seemingly taking his shot for whatever it was.

"Younger..." he said with a smile that mimicked his own. "Luca" "Luca... Luuuucaaaa and Vaaaaaleeee. Luca and Vale" he repeated playfully, grinning lien a kid. His voice was soft like honey. Vale decided that it was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. "That's a pretty name. How old is he?" "9"

Marc started at him. But there was no trace of jokes. "9?!" he asked just to be sure. "Damn, your mom must be a medical miracle if she had two kids with 30 years apart. Or what's your age gap?"

Vale laughed at that. "18 years." "Never ever are you 27!" "I'm not. I'm 34" "What? But you said-"

"Luca died 7 years ago."

A shiver ran down his spine. Luca was meant to be the same age as Alex, just one year apart. Luca and Alex should be the same age. But only one of them had made it that far. And he knew how easily it could have been the other one.

Luca would forever be 9 years old. He wouldn't age. He wouldn't grow up. He wouldn't ever experience what he didn't get to try.

Marc shook his head in disbelief. He could wrap his head around it. Of course he knew that children were dying but this was too close, too real and too hurtful.

"No. No... He... But he was a kid" he tried to argue as if that changed something. He watched Vale's mimic, trying to find something - anything - that gave away that it was just a bad joke.

"A bomb doesn't really indifferent between it's victims" he stated. "A.... A bomb... Your 9 year old little brother got killed by a bomb"

It was something between a statement and a question.

"Yeah... It was meant for me. We were out together. He was in my office and got bored. He wanted to go home, just go to his room and play with his Legos and eat pizza with me in the evening while watching a movie..."

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the imagines. He had been so sure that they were safe. And now-

"I told him to go ahead. Said I'd be there soon. I got careless and he went without me... There was a fixed bomb that killed him in seconds"

The silence that followed was long and deep. Carefully, the Spaniard reached over the table, putting his hands on Vale's and squeezing comforting.

"I'm sorry" he whispered. "Just being sorry doesn't change the fucking world..." he replied as he let their fingers intervene. "But we might can"

"What?" "I mean you're a young, charasmatic politician that's annoying as fuck. Someone people look up to. They will follow you." he explained.

A plan had been awake in his head. And now that he knew he might found the perfect match, he refused to not at least try.

"The only thing keeping you down is fear. But I could put one of my boys at your brother's side. Some people at your parents house and then of course you... You'd be the best protected since your head will be the main target."

This was the first time Marc realized just how crazy Vale actually was. He saw the shimmer in his eyes. A moment of joy and excitement. It was the moment Marc knew he would love him.

"I could make sure that none of your weakness would be attacked. You'd be safe. You're family would be safe and we could make this world safer... For our brothers."

And there it was. The magic answer.

"Deal" he heard himself say before wondering to what he had just agreed.

That's how they met. That's how their story started.

It continued with more drinks and talks about much more easier subjects. He started flirting and was more than happy to notice that they were returned.

Soon they changed location and swapped the talking to kissing. The kissing got hasty, hungry messy. Soon it was accompanied by hands that refused to stop over sweaty skin.

There was pressing down, moans, giggles.

One night was enough to get addictive. None of them wanted to leave. They didn't want the other to leave. So they didn't. They stayed together. Close and never apart.

Eventually Vale asked if he had been serious. Marc had sat on his bed, wrapped in a soft blanket, his eyes and face filled with happiness. The happiness turned into a mischievous expression. It was almost dangerous as he explained his plan. And Vale decided to endorse him.

It had been years since then. Much more yelling and loving had happened. Marc had learned everything about his business. He met Pecco, Bez, Franky, Cele, Migno. All if them.

They met Alex - without revealing what kind of organization they actually were.

Blood and sweat plastered the streets they walked to get here.

And now they were here.

The older man had silently sneak into the office, coming up behind Marc. They eyes had already locked in the mirror as the Italian stood close to him. Complete trust met adoration.

He stood right next to him, his body against his own. He pulled his left arm over his left shoulder and came back up to his face. He touched his right cheek carefully.

"Ciao amore mio" he whispered. His voice soft and full of love.

"Hola mi amor" he replied and sighed.

He let his body fall back against his. He felt Vale stabilize him. He was holding him up. Like always.

"Everything okay?" he asked when Marc leaned back, his head against Vale's chest, his eyes closed. "Yeah... Yeah, I just need a moments. It's all something a little bit much."

"Awe, poor baby, let me guess... Some annoying suit wearing idiots wanted whatever" "Mmmmmh" he agreed. He smiled. He enjoyed talking like that. It was easy to blow some steam up.

"You know I'm an anooying suit wearing idiot that wants whatever from you too" "That's diffent" he argued and his voice made it clear that whatever he would say was the truth. No room for arguing.

"How?" "You are my -" He said with a string voice. "my own, my favorite, my lovely - my annoying suit wearing idiot that I am going to give whatever you want. No need for convincing. Tell me and it's yours."

"Really?" he asked cocky, knowing it was excatly like that. "Really? Do you have doubts?" He sounded slightly offended. But it was all in good fun.

"Even after I placed you here? In this office. In the highest place there is in the country..." he kissed his cheek. His hand wandered down his body. He knew he could take him.

He could strip him down and fuck him right there against the desk. Or on the desk. They had tried both already.

It was a way of Powerplay for Vale. Being able to take control - to dominate - to make him do whatever he wanted with just a few words - the most powerful man in the country.

"You're the president. The king... I gave you a whole country. I placed it at your feet, ready for you to take it. I will give you the rest of the world too. Just one word and it's yours"

The young teenager that used to wear a mask, fighting peacefully for ideals was gone. He didn't even wonder how far his husband would actually take it. He knew that he was willing to tear everyone apart, let blood fill the streets to give him what he wanted.

It should scare him. But it didn't. And didn't want to think about what that said about him.

"No..." he denied after all. "Managing one country is enough... For now." he smiled at him. He didn't want to think about his own work now. Not on the one evening he had managed to get off. Not when they were about to head to his parents for a nice dinner.

"You should rather tell me what exciting things you did today." "The version I will tell your parents later or the real one?" he asked sarcasticly, knowing that Marc would crave the thrill.

"The real one please" Vale laughed. He knew it. "Nothing exciting. Hate to disappoint" he said, kissing his cheek again.

"Just some stupid idiot thinking he could steal some of my shit. Bez and Pecco dealt with it." "Did they let you have your fun too?"

"They are good kids. They asked but no. I let them do it themself... Can't smell of blood when I'm sitting next your dad."

Credits to @afiations for sharing the world building with me and trusting me to write it

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