Chapter 1
Hello and welcome,
The title of the book says it all. These are the smutty side stories one-shots to my novel “The Things We Fear”. If you haven’t read it, please do.
It began with thinking about the kiss scene in chapter 13, where we don’t know who the mystery kisser was. Therefore, I decided to write a few short snapshots of possibilities and pairings. From the POV of the kisser, not Marcus.
I realised each character might have very different motivations for kissing Marcus, so there are light and dark versions of each pairing.
Light is more about being sweet/having romantic intentions and mating. Maybe they only kissed him to help Marcus whilst gripped in a state of panic etc. Versus the darker stories where the kisser has much more explicit desires, murder, control, a toy to play with etc. things not done in decent society.
Each pairing was requested/suggested, so do comment if you want other pairings, and please avoid anything you are uncomfortable with.
These are all small one-shots. If you want a recap of Marcus’ experience, I’ve posted it at the bottom of this chapter -
I hope you enjoy.
Chapters currently in progress:
The killer/monster x Marcus (light)
The killer/monster x Marcus (dark)
James x Marcus (light)
James x Marcus (dark)
Theo x Marcus (light)
Theo x Marcus (dark)
Daniel x Marcus (light)
Daniel x Marcus (dark)
Eyeliner guy x Marcus (light)
Eyeliner guy x Marcus (dark)
Extract from chapter 13 - kiss in the dark.
The knock to his head had Marcus him hissing in a sharp breath. His body felt like he had been running with how his heart rate kept being forced to full speed. His limbs aching with how much they had been pumped full of oxygen and adrenaline. Hands were on him, holding his body in place.
He still couldn’t see anything, his eyes kept picking out shapes amidst the darkness, but he was doubting how factual these might be. His eyes desperate to pick anything out they were clinging to the mere suggestion of something more than the pitch black he was surrounded by. He felt one last need to cry out, the last act of a desperate man. He opened his mouth drawing in air. The body against his pushed closer, pinning him in place. As he gathered whatever strength he could he could feel the scream building.
It died in his mouth as warm lips descended on his.
Heat. Not cold. His fear evaporated as fast as the summer rains, replaced with confusion. The warm mouth continued moving against his own. The grip on his hips tightened like the hidden figure was feasting on him in a new way. It wasn’t until he felt the pull of stubble against his skin that Marcus finally realised this was not the shadow, or it had significantly changed its angle of trying to kill him through fear. It made more sense for this to be someone new.
He could have slumped in relief. He could feel his eyes blinking. The way his lashes brushed against his cheeks. The mouth against him murmured in complaint, trying to coax his mouth into complying. Nipping at his lips and pushing against his body in a grinding way to get him to engage.
Marcus didn’t have it in him to do anything more than move his mouth back as the other encouraged. He’d never kissed anyone before, he wasn’t sure if he was doing it right, but as the hidden person’s tongue touched his, Marcus’ mind fogged. Reaching out, dancing in tandem with theirs. The low growl, which could have been a rumble or a purr, had a heat burn through his lower half. A quick shock of success. It thrilled him to being having that effect on whoever this was. Marcus had no idea who it was. He hoped, but he didn’t know. This was his first kiss. He wanted whoever this was to remember him as long as he’d remember this.
Grinding up Marcus celebrated the moan that poured into his mouth. A hand grabbing at his neck, his hair, tugging, had him slumping back, letting the wall take his weight. As the mouth dropped to his throat, he felt the suction on his neck and his dick twitched in sympathy. The leg pushing between his gave him something to grind against as a moan that could put porn to shame escaped his mouth.
Another growl came as hot breath trailed back up his neck. His mouth was claimed once more. And it was a claiming, ravenous. He felt like he could be swallowed whole again, but this time in a good way. Marcus opened his mouth wider, letting the mystery person's tongue snake around his mouth, trying to keep up with it all. The heat was running through him.
