I hope Layla won’t divorce Marc, she’s in a win-win situation here! Imagine one moment your husband is this absolutely gorgeous man oozing sex appeal, the second he’s the most adorable little dorky English man reciting French poetry and being overly enthusiastic about Egyptology? Damn girl you really have a man that can do both
I know that Marc really felt proud seeing his pure dorkly innocent boi Steven make that powerful punch. He didn’t say it came from Khonshu’s power. NOPE Steven did that Marc says, and YOU’RE RIGHT STEVEN deserved that praise before passing the baton! Can we have a Marc training Steven session SOON?! PET HIS HAIR MARC!
This moment was giving big brother energy like “you did really well I’m very proud, but now I going to need you to step aside so you don’t get hurt and I’ll take it from there, alright buddy?”
“I’m not Steven, you do not control me or my actions Marc.”
Y/N threw her satchel onto the nearby table once they entered their room in the place they were staying. The sun was slowly disappearing from the Egyptian sky and all she wanted to do right now was take a shower to wash off the day’s sweat but unfortunately for her, Marc wasn’t about to drop their argument just yet.
“We’re not in London and out here you could get yourself killed, fuck- stop!” Marc angrily held onto her wrist, keeping her from walking off on him. With furry in his eyes, Marc towered over the woman that pushed his buttons repeatedly.
“Let go of me Marc.”
“No, you’re going to stand here and listen to what I have to say.”
“I’ve heard enough from you today that’ll last me a lifetime. I wanna speak to Steven.”
“You could’ve gotten killed out there today, I told you to stay put.”
Let me have the body Marc
Y/N glared at the fuming man that’s still towering over her with a hard look on his face meanwhile Marc and Steven were going back and forth internally. Y/N merely quirked her eyebrow and he loosened his grip on her, rolling his eyes as she walked off.
Give me the body, she’s only going to keep this up unless you let me take over
“I seriously don’t know how the hell Steven puts up with you.” They both held each other’s gaze in the full body mirror and Steven continued to plead for him to let him out. Instead of retaliating, Marc grunted and gave his alter-ego the green light to take over the body they shared.
“Hello love.” Y/N’s stoic demeanour quickly faded at the sound of the British accent that belonged to Steven Grant. Removing her hair tie, she turned to face the sweetheart of the two egos with her signature smile plastered on her face.
“I never thought he’d let you out so easily.” She closed the distance between them both to wrap her arms around him in the tightest hug she could give him and Steven returned it.
“It wasn’t easy, he’s pissed off.” Marc glared at Steven in his reflection in the mirror that faced them.
“Good, he’s a controlling, ignorant asshole that throws a hissyfit when things don’t go his way.” Steven winced as Marc shouted in his head at her remark. I’m an ignorant asshole?! Fuck this, give me control right now Steven!
“He was only looking out for your safety, love.” She scoffed and turned on her heels to get to the bathroom. Steven waited for the door to shut behind her before walking over to the mirror.
“Mate you might want to not shout in my head next time, yeah.”
“Give me the body now.”
“Absolutely not, you’re the reason she’s pissed and if I have to stay up all night for you to not get control I’ll do it.” Marc clenched his jaw staring back at Steven as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I get that you were trying to keep her safe but she’s tougher than you think mate.”
“I don’t give two rats ass, she could’ve gotten hurt or worse yet, killed. I get that she’s your only friend but I’m not going to let this shit fly.” Steven’s eyes started rolling to the back of his head and he struggled to get his words out.
“Don’t-”
Marc reached for the bottle of whiskey and brought the bottle up to his lips; Steven was no longer in control of the body and she’s in for it when she gets out of the shower.
“What’s your brilliant plan idiot?” He ignored him and downed another mouthful of whiskey. He placed the half empty bottle back on the bedside table just in time as she walked out in an oversized white t-shirt.
“Honestly though Steven, I don’t know how you do it.” She bent over to grab her bag off the floor, oblivious to the man’s changed behaviour and the fact that he was no longer seated on the bed but now standing behind her. She straightened up and gasped, not expecting him to be standing there.
“He doesn’t put up much of a fight unlike you.” Marc’s breath fanned against the shell of her ear sending shivers down her spine.
“You’re quiet now? I thought you had a whole damn lot to say about me earlier.” Y/N turned to face the man that just couldn’t seem to leave her to cool off; both of them exchanging nasty looks.
“You are the most unbelievable, infuriating, insufferable, controlling prick-” Her words were cut short when Marc wrapped his large hand around her throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to restrict her breathing for a few seconds.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, the way Marc had his hands on her and the fact that he made her feel so small, so submissive, had a pool of arousal forming in her clean underwear. Marc’s curls fell onto his forehead as he leaned in closer to her making him look even sexier than before. Y/N innocently batted her eyes at him as he guided her backwards until her back came into contact with the wall.
“Since you had so much to say about me, let me return the favour.”
“Screw you.” Marc tightened his grip and held it long enough until she wriggled to regain oxygen in her lungs.
“You’re stubborn and think that you always know best. You’re quick to jump into danger without thinking things through, you’re temperamental-”
“You’re one to talk-”
“You’ve got a smart mouth that’s bound to get you into trouble and when it does, I want to be right there when it happens and Steven? He’s going to have no choice but to watch.”
“Fuck off, Marc.” Y/N lashed his chest which only ended up with the front of her body being pressed against the wall with her wrists held behind her back.
“Now why’d you think that was a good idea, sweetheart?”
“Marc-” His name fell from her lips in a pleading manner, the only problem was that she didn’t know if it was a plea for him to stop or for him to continue whatever the hell this was.
“You like this sweetheart? You like the way I have you pinned against the wall, don’t you?” Marc’s voice dropped an octave lower making her walls clenched tightly around nothing.
“In your dreams.” Marc brought his hand down on the flesh of her exposed ass, ripping an involuntary moan from her. He did it again and smirked as she gave him the same response, this time he messaged the area he spanked to soothe the sting.
“You’re so responsive to me.” Marc moved his hand around to the front of her, his fingers trailing the fabric of her underwear. Y/N opened her legs further apart for him to have better access to where she needed his touch the most. Marc lightly bit down on her ear as he rubbed her through her soaked panties.
“Marc, please.” His teasing was driving her insane, she needed him and she needed him now but he wasn’t giving in so easy.
“What do you want, sweetheart? Use your words.” Her mouth fell open following him shifting the thin material to the side to run his digits through her arousal.
“Shit.” Marc was enjoying this too much, his erection was dying to be released from the confines of the jeans he had on. Y/N bit down on her lip feeling him insert two of his fingers into her cunt while the pad of his thumb was pressed against her bundle of nerves.
“You’re dripping wet baby girl and I barely even touched you.” Y/N pushed back against him grinding on the tent in his pants. Marc released her wrists and she immediately undid his belt and jeans before slipping her hand into his boxers.
“Not so fast.” He smacked her hands away from his throbbing member and removed his other hand from between her legs. Marc turned her around and dropped to his knees; he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slid it down her legs, discarding it somewhere behind him.
“I wanna taste you.” Y/N leaned against the wall again for support as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder before flattening his warm tongue against her nether region. Her hands latched onto the mass of curls that sat on top of his head, grinding down onto his face as she chased her release. Marc sucked and licked, lapping up her sweet juices like a man unable to quench his thirst.
“Don’t stop- shit.” Her climax was right around the corner, Marc could tell by the way she was desperately grinding down on him.
“No, Marc- fuck!” The smug bastard left her hanging, pushing himself to his feet with a wicked grin on his face.
“You want to cum, you’re going to have some apologising and begging to do.” He guided her over to the edge of the bed and pushed her onto her back. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows with a scowl on her face, watching as he kicked off his jeans and boxers, followed by his green button up and black t-shirt.
Her walls fluttered around air, watching as he stroked his erect cock; he had length and girth, she needed him to stretch her out in the best way possible. Marc watched on as she opened her legs for him to see her glistening cunt. He stepped over to her and slapped his cock against her swollen lips to get her talking.
“If you want me to fuck this pretty pussy of yours sweetheart you better start apologising.” Marc thrusted his hips against hers, coating his shaft in her slick arousal; his antics making her swallow her pride.
“I’m sorry Marc.”
“For?”
“I’m sorry for everything that I said now please, please fuck me.”
“That wasn’t so hard.” Marc lined up with her entrance and slowly slid all the way in; both of them moaning in union at the feeling. Marc pulled her closer to the edge of the bed and caged her in using his body.
“You’re so tight.” Y/N pulled his face down to hers, crashing their lips together in a needy kiss. Marc pulled all the way out before thrusting back into her, setting a moderate pace as he pounded into her.
If anyone had told her that on her third night in Egypt she’d be getting fucked by her friend’s alter ego, she would’ve said that they’re crazy but here she was with her legs spread apart and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Marc..” He kissed her again before standing upright; he spread her legs wider and tilted her hips upwards, this new angle gave him access to the spot that had her seeing stars. The sound of skin slapping skin mixed beautifully with the sound of her arousal coating his cock and their moans of pleasure.
Marc’s hand found its place on her neck again, slightly choking her as he continued to bring her closer and closer to her climax. The coil in the pit of her stomach was wound up so tight, she was about to tip over the edge.
A pornographic moan escaped her as Marc rubbed the pad of his thumb against her clit in a back and forth motion. Her toes curled and her back arched off the bed beneath her, her knuckles white from the grip she had on the sheets.
“I’m gonna-”
“Cum for me, sweetheart.”
With a cry of his name, her walls clamped down on him drawing a slew of profanities from his mouth. His hips came to a stuttering stop as he spilled his hot seed into her. Y/N pulled him back down to her for yet another kiss, however, this one was slower and intimate. Marc lazily rocked his hips, mixing their releases together as they both came down from cloud nine. He pulled out completely and she blissfully sighed feeling his release spill from her abused hole.
